Tea on the balcony at my guesthouse

It was chilly at 6pm but I needed to relax after a first full day of hard cobbled streets and "we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto" moments. What this photo doesn't capture is the competing calls to prayer echoing over and through the narrow dark alley below. It reminds me of Jaipur in India last Christmas, except there aren't any competing Hindu temple bells and chanting from holy men to provide that unique Indian religious mix.
What a wonderful world it is.