THE LITTLE DOOR ON THE DARK STREET
I decided to go to Syria just 2 months after September 11, 2001. I had the place to myself. The whole Middle East really. No tourists. Anyway, I had a nice basic hotel near the train station. To get a meal with alcohol meant a long, long trek across the massive bazaar to get to the Christian Quarter. And back again each night after a few too many beers and/or a bottle of wine. One night I decided that rather walked Eat towards the Christian Quarter, I would walk up a dark side lane going north and then cut east to see what I could see. I could see very little. This lane was just around the corner form my hotel and everything was closed and there were no real lights. Up ahead on my right though I saw someone walk away with a plastic bag from a window.As I got closer I realised that this was actually the world’s narrowest shop and that the door was actually split in to two horizontally....









