Inside the mosque there was a sort of religious busking troupe playing qawalli music. They were awesome. I was surprised no one danced.
Afterwards I went to Chor Bazaar, which is a huge maze of, well, bazaars, selling everything. I was the only Westerner there. I listened to the cricket with a guy in a back alley while he made rosary things out of flowers. Everytime something big happened everyone cheered. Here's a pic going in, it gets a lot smaller and more windy inside. I kinda felt like Indiana Jones in that scene where he shoots the guy with the swords.
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