I knew these alleys so well. Drop me anywhere in the Manama souq, and I knew exactly where I was.
Where’s Saffron? THIS WAY.
Where did we park the car? OVER THERE.
Where are we meeting Chas? THAT WAY.
My ability to navigate the souq never failed. Even at night, when some alleys went dark and others pulled everyone in with light. I walked with confidence.
And yet. This evening, the alley is empty. I’m surprised. After the sun goes down, souq alleys are teeming with people.
Even the odd little alleyways like this one — that connect main alleys — should have at least one passer-by, stepping out of shot. Even if it’s just their shoulder.
Why not this evening? That’s a reason that faded in memory.
Taken on 23 January, 2016 in Manama, Bahrain
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