Some people send their rugs out to be washed. Others pull them out onto their roof or front yard and scrub them down with the water hose, a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. Then they are hung from the roof top, the water just rolls off and they dry quickly in the hot sun.
Our small livingroom rug was getting quite grimey so Pat decided he could tackle the beating and washing.
This woman and small boy were walking in front of our house. I imagine they were heading home to get ready for the evening meal.
On my walk home from the bazaar I spied these boys practising an official pastime.
This mother and daughter were standing way up on the roof of their house. The mother did not know I was there and the girl just watched. As I took the photos a man drove up beside me and parked. As he got out of the car he said , "Aw juana?/She is beautiful?". That broke the moment.
These men meet in a vacant lot not far from our house. They find pieces of cardboard to sit on, set up a fine dominoes table and spend hours playing the game. I had observed them several times as I passed, so on one of my last days there this time I stopped to ask if I could take their photo. I fully expected some to say no and then I would not take one. But they were all quite willing. This actually was the third photo, after I had convinced them to continue with their game.
Pigeons at the bazaar
This man sells sandwiches- the typical fast food that is very cheap. Here he has falafel, chicken and chicken livers. His sandwiches were very tasty.
A tailor in his shop at the bazaar. It seems that the men have more public sewing places and they make the men's clothing. The women, like my friend Sharaban, have their sewing rooms at home and sew the women's clothing.
The sunset makes this construction zone look quite beautiful. They are building some sort of building to do with electricity near to our house.