|arriving at the Old Souk
|seemingly endless rows of shops
|we were literally lost in the landscape of fabrics
|the wooden roofs
|providing shade and style all at once
|walking along the lane
|wind towers in the distance
|a fire gutted this store
|an Indonesian store?
|bevy of colours
|heading to the next Souk
|a quite alleyway
|the barajeel or wind tower
|a happy shopper?
|in the general direction of the Creek
|he must have mistaken Brendan for this?
|Cat walked on enthusiastically
|striking a bargain?
|Ginny and Sern leading the way
|we could not get enough of this roof
|and the bevy of colours