Over on the left is a mosque. They are in every neighborhood, on every corner, just like ward houses are in Utah. Five times a day the loud speakers chant every good Muslim to prayer. When we first came we could hear it every time. Now it's like living next to the railroad track...you just get used to it.

The next few posts were taken while we were driving in the car. I was in the back seat and couldn't roll down the window. So these pictures were taken through a tinted window.