Sunday evening on the couch with the boy and the cats, a glass of red wine, Sam Gopal and a mane soaked in olive oil and rosemary. Life is grand.
Spent the afternoon running all around this sweet little city with Miss Claire discovering new shops tucked into old neighborhoods. The Arabic Bazaar is possibly the best shop I have ever been to. Perfumed room after room filled with treasures from lands like Morocco, Syria and Egypt. I was given free baklava and Arabic coffee to fuel my search for gypsy coin belts and silken tapestries. This girl sure is in need of lottery winnings and/or large monetary donations.
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