Embarassingly it turns out that yesterday wasn't my birthday. I was a day early but couldn't justify celebrating it again so it passed relatively unheralded. I divided my time between walking around markets, shopping for gifts and the Internet. Spent an hour or so at a local mosque (left) watching people file in and out. There was a procession of elaborately dressed men and not a woman in sight.
My plan to change hotels didn't materialise as I couldn't find anything better for the money. I'm stuck with the gestapo. I had a great Syrian dinner of bread, hommous and lamb and vowed to return tomorrow night.
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