
What was fun was strolling through past the neighborhood shops, where I seemed to be the only foreigner, all the women wore head coverings and long robes. Some would nod and smile shyly at me. I felt welcome.

What was fun was strolling through past the neighborhood shops, where I seemed to be the only foreigner, all the women wore head coverings and long robes. Some would nod and smile shyly at me. I felt welcome.
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