I'm excited at the prospect of exploring the ancient souqs of this legendary city, nearly as old as human habitation itself. I'm imagining a mish-mash of modern and ancient, a fusion of the old and the new, and as always, people living, working and playing - exactly as they have done here for the past 10 to 12 thousand years. And although my imagination was right in one sense - the fusion of old and new coupled with people living daily life - in another sense, my imagination did not cover in necessary depth the auditory and visual overload that accompanies the first visit to this new but oh so old city...
Taxis haggle for space and customers, tooting their horns incessantly. You want taxi? they yell to everyone and no one in particular. Newspaper sellers holler their daily news, and a man demonstrates the latest in leather wallets to a crowd of interested, prospective buyers. We enter the souqs, an expansive, sprawling, high roofed market, where all manner of goods are bought and sold, the scene manic yet somehow controlled. My Arabic has improved since we entered
A small, hole-in-the-wall sells falafel rolls piled high with fresh salad, hummus and lemon, and the merchant beams each time we saunter up the lane to his shop for our falafel fix. But falafel is not the only delicacy in
The Ummayad Mosque – the largest in
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