Another lovely memory from Friday 4 July. During my long way I ended up at a little roadside cafe right across the street from a huge mosque. People were pouring in by the hundreds for Friday public prayer. I sat there for over an hour, had a tea, and watched the world go by. There was a well-dressed older gentleman who kept walking up and down pitching a watch, to very little success. The inner-city train also ran in front of the cafe, along with cars and buses and men pulling carts full of water melon and women in abayas pulling children along behind them.
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