Room with a View

It was my second night in Sana’a and the first night of Ramadan. I couldn’t wait to get to the medina with its jumble of adobe and burnt-brick tower houses, icing-cake mosques, and sandcastle bastions. >> >>I manoeuvred my pickup down into the storm drain that doubled as the main drive into the old town. Through the windscreen it loomed before me in the setting sun, glittering and cracked like a broken, gingerbread, jewellery box.

Yemen