Went back to the souq first thing this a.m. to get my new custom-tailored jacket (perfect) then bought my wife a birthday present at a little Indian street vendor before heading off to a nearby town that my Lonley Planet book says to visit for a look back in time "if you feel brave." little shops and 19th century hovels built of crumbling masonry in a sprawling maze of dusty six foot wide walkways. I would have had to leave breadcrumbs to find my way back, but I was able to hear the call to prayer from an old mosque to get my bearing when it was time to head back. I just knew to speedily exit stage left when I saw the black flags that signify the hard core Shiite areas with people that would like to give me a quick haircut.
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