THE OLD BAZAAR IS CALLING ME...

The call is constant, ceaseless, as though coming from other centuries. There are days I don't need to buy anything, I just want to smell the smells, look at the people and enjoy the endless cups of teas each merchant offers you when you pay him a visit. Sometimes I only want to see fabrics, but today, I have had enough of them...

today, I want to look at silver...

to see ceramics...

or feel the glint of old diamonds...

and yes, maybe, maybe look a old sinks for my new kitchen...

ETERNAL SYRIA...

It is so sad, what is going on over there right now...

THE BLUE SKIES OF PALMIRA...

Turquoise heavens and yellow sands...

PETRA...

The old stones of the Hashemite Kingdom...