Thick nails hold a mirror and a big wash pan from a local whorehouse. Customers pay one shekel for a shave, three for a trim. An unending line of barbers who share nothing, they use instruments from the 40's, brush and soap for foam. The smell of cheap perfume and smoke covers the narrow street. Some older guys smoke water pipes.
Young boys rush to and fro carrying hot tea and coffee.
The domes and towers leave a very short shadow. It's already noon. I buy ten pitas, and a big bottle of Coke. German tourists stop by and take pictures of Moslem architecture and bas-reliefs from the time of Suleiman Pasha. Carved in stone, it is a wine cup.