|model of how sugar is processed|
|pithos (storage jar) from Tall Safut|
|notice the middle balcony, in full use with clothesline and items stored as far out as the edge, with no railings or barriers|
There were some super-cute baby chicks for sale in boxes.
Nearby, we passed a heavy older lady who stopped us aggressively, grabbing at Safita and saying, "Abusa! Abusa!" I had no idea what she meant--it didn't match any of the usual words I know, like "Boy or girl?" or "What's her name?" or "How old is she?" or "She's beautiful!" or "God bless her." The lady seemed frustrated and repeated the word a few times in a tone of voice that seemed to say, "Are you stupid?? Abusa!" We eventually figured out what she meant, when she forcefully grabbed me and started unbuckling the baby carrier to get Safita out. I laughed in surprise, told her please no, and she displeased but mostly good-naturedly gave me a hearty slap on the leg. If Safita is out, I let them hold her, but she was tucked snugly in the pack and it was just too much hassle.
As usual, the open burlap sacks of spices smelled tantalizingly spicy. The old-style shoe smith sent us back to eras past...as did the music stores selling only cassette tapes. Talk about living in the dark ages! It was a nice morning outing.