Looking Forward to Syria
I am almost shivery with anticipation. I love Damascus. It was probably my hardest first six months, but became a total and absolute capitulation. Those who love the Middle East have no way to hold back. This city seeps into the bones of those who walk through it and learn to know it. It has high walls, huge gates, and narrow alleys, with enchantment around every corner. Second storeys project over the streets and cobblestones, shadowing people below from summer heat or winter rain, and leaning to nuzzle at the corners of windows covered in meshrabieh. Despite the bright plastic and roller doors of the shops, there is a sense of time turned back. If I could walk you through one city in the Middle East for one day, it would be Damascus in Syria.
I could not resist the chance to send some wonderful patchwork patterns from the Middle East. They are all made in stone and not cloth, but many of these date from the reign of the Mameluks. This first one was in the Grand Hyatt spa in Dubai, all others are from the Al Azhar Mosque in Cairo.