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women; the few who walked were old, veiled, heavily garbed
in gloomy black clothing. Male couples promenaded constantly. I photographed them: the result showed one couple
with their fingers entwined; another husky couple were walking arm in arm.
From where I was sitting I could make out three distinct
markets in this ancient city. To my right were the pushcarts,
sidewalk bazaars, and shops with baskets and sacks sprawled
on the street. Directly in front was a large square—the gasoline and taxi mart. On my left, at the foot of a high wall
shaded by overhanging willows, was a munitions market. Revolvers, grenades, brass knuckles, daggers, and stacks of ammunition were array VB