الْأُرْدُنّ Al-‘Urdunn, Aqabah
Sun Blazing, the Red Sea, still, cool with Spring. I sit over Cafe Salaam, coffee, freshly roasted with cardamom and a handful of roasted nuts, wedged between an abundance of potted sage and a crumbling banister.
Open my sketchbook and look into the valley…
…Al-Sharif Al Hussein Bin Ali Mosque — open air markets winding and knotted, where camel heads swing from butcheries and parrots are sold hand over fist — all common fare. Beyond the mosque, the water opens in an uninterrupted display of coral and sunset pink, shipwrecks spot the depths like freckles between Egypt and Jordan.
Could there be a better rooftop for writers and their manuscripts on a romantic getaway?
Let’s hear it, tell me about your favorite rooftop experience. Where? Why?
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