I woke up this morning to the sound of the call to prayer at 5am. It was a layered sound, starting beautifully and culminating in a dirge. There are mosques everywhere, each with their own signature sound. I slipped out of bed and padded up the stairs to the roof in my bare feet. Agony. […]
So I took a bunch of pictures and did a bunch of great stuff in Paris and if you want to see them you can but if not, then don’t. I’ll never know.