shops full of junkets,antiques, clothes colourful lights , carpets ,footwear ,Chinese dolls ,mobiles Arab headgears were all there ,sidewalk cafes ice cream parlours sweetmeat spreads ,fresh croissants coffee ,tea and hookah parlours .
The square in front of the old Ummayad mosque had arched shops ,a million pigeons which flew up in unison darkening the skies flew up into and beyond the towering spires of the mosque .
We entered the hall and was stunned by its elegant red carpeted chandeliered brilliance
Our driver Hamoud was a mishcievous looking young lad with a penchant for smoking inside the car after pleasantly requesting us every time ,his friend Ali was a non smoker but both were similar in not knowing a single alphabet in English ! we did manage pretty well by communicating with my pidgin Arabic and also by traditonal sign languages .Thier smiles were infectious and bewitching and no language can compete with sincere smiles can they ?What can one say about Palmyra ?