The smells of frankincense and spices invade the smoke houses - emitting clouds of apple flavored tobacco smoke boiling from traditional shesha's, and heavily laden with the aroma of dark Turkish coffees and mint teas. While the eyes dance from barrels of saffron to bowls of semi-precious stones, oriental rugs, rich gold jewelry,pharonic icons, lush fabrics, silver, lapis, amber, glancing over faces aged by the harsh desert sun and blending with the faces of beautiful children, animals and ancient dusty relics. The ears are a-buzz with equally as many sounds. The constant chaos of traffic and car horns impregnate the tight maze of ancient buildings. Merchants take their positions outside their tiny shops, appealing to the curiosity of passers-by in the manner of carnival barkers.
Children run gleefully among the heavy crowd, laughing and playing.
A cat dashes between your feet, as a tug at your arm draws your attention and you are faced with a pleading beggar. If you wish to experience this first hand, you can find your tour guide here. If that is impossible, we will bring some of it to you. Just open these pages on your left. Commissioned Original Oil Portraits, Sculpture, and Exquisite Hand Painted Pedestals.