Favorite thing: The Old City is my favourite part of Damascus. I guess it is everyone's. It is fascinating for its history, architecture and culture. Highlights include the Umayyad Mosque, Straight Street, Al-Hamidiyya Souq, Azem Palace and the Citadel. But it is also great just to wander around the various souqs, khans and narrow streets that people have lived and worked in for centuries.
Sweet as a sweetie, but not less than your heart
Sweet as a candy, but not less than your kisses
I want to share this sweetness with you every day
and every day to tell you...Sabahouki Sukkar, Habibi...
I was walking somewhere neat The Citadel when this man (on the photo) called me & asked me whether I wanted my shoues to be polished !
I thought that was so funny because the shoues that was wearing was meant for the bin anyway but I thought let's see how he could polish them...
He's doing okay. They didn't look as new anyway but I felt good with a shiny shoes !
Old Damascusis sublime - pure charm! It's really Syria's icing on the cake: all places of interests are there: from the azem palace, to the omayyad mosque, to the little winding lanes, to the souqs... to really everything one should see.
Fondest memory: my fondest memory is a walk there by night... with the main souq all empty and brightly lit up.... it's a walk by the citadel's walls to see the statue of saladin also lit up... its the omayyad's mosque's wall built in the same style as the temple of Bel in Palmyra... it's the captivating mynareths... butespecially it's the spokky narrow lanes... which makes you think you've taken a few steps back in time
visit old Damascus ,starting from arched gate at Hamydiah souq going to Ummayad mosque ,dont forget the Azem palace and so many old house,some of these house have been reused as restaurants so u can enjoy watching old architecture while eating.
Fondest memory: narrow old cirty roads
get lost in the old city!!!and visit the omeyyades mosque(see photo)
Fondest memory: I arrived at my hotel,and the receptionnist told me that he was a refugee from the golan heights,a place where I love to go when I am in israel;of course I did not tell him,and it is a good thing he did not ask the name of my wife(super-super-super-super israeli name)
Where your love is my dress
and your kisses are my jewels
and your caresses are my tresure
and your glaze is my water
and your care is my food
and your heart give me the life
My eyes in yours, your eyes in mine
chatting in front of a cup of hot tea
scent of orient, but is love that fill the air..