Wednesday. 06.05.2019

Children run the streets by horse and carriage. We stumble to the market and pass an open gate with children burning paper, chanting around its open flame. We join them for a moment and insouciantly saunter off into another direction. Street vendors chop miscellaneous meat and offer up some pickings. An equivalent to a dollar for four meals. This is Eid. Streets become coursing rivers. And the rivers, flooded with joy.