Damascus, snap snap, snap
I have stopped. At some stage I will load a lot more onto my new professional account at Flickr.
How would I choose what to leave out? If there is one place you should try to see it is Damascus. I am hoping that these photographs will give you just the tiniest glimpse,a sense of the magic and richness of the city and its people, and a culture that goes back much further than ours.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, I have just written a book.
(For photos without captions, just hover your cursor over the picture for a brief explanation.)
This exquisite silk is hand woven and it takes two men two days to make half a metre. It costs about the same as a Kaffe Fassett print in Australia.
This was our first sight on arrival in Damascus - the VIP room at the International Airport is just amazing with so much pattern and colour.
I haven't bought these yet - but next time. I suspect the embroidery of the cross stitch is by machine.
Cotton weft, suposedly silk warp, though I think it is rayon or mercerised cotton mix of some sort. They are bright and very beautiful.
The fabrics piled behind them are still damp from the dyer, and pre-embroidered.
Where most ingredients are aphrodisiac - or, as explained to me with great seriousness, "to make the man strong in the bed". Somehow I don't think they meant that muscles would build up as he slept.
Everything for sale - in the tiniest of shops.
An alley near the paper suq.
The perfume sellers can copy any perfume made in essential oils. at a song and in total ignorance of copyright.
Chrysanthemum, camomile, mint and marimiya - and other tea ingredients, with sugar crystals in the front and olive oil soaps behind.
Rosebuds for Teas
Another view of the same area
This minaret is the Minaret of Jesus Christ, where,according to Moslems, Jesus will return to earth. I am fascinated by this crossing-over of religious ideas.