The man at the far left in back is Al. The woman in the bright red socks is NOT me.
Inside the gate.
A street corner in the old city. Christian Quarter Road.
America don't worry...
An underground room hundreds of years old.
Looking down the street. I saw dozens of tapestries and scarves and skirts I wanted but didn't buy.
Mysterious streets (I'd call them alleys) and curving stairs.
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