Old Ibra

I’m finally mobile now that my bike is in working order, so today I went to see Al Munisifeh, the old town of Ibra.   Just outside it is a cemetery which has the pleasing minimalism often found in Islamic culture:

Much preferable to a herd of angels wringing their hands.

There’s a suspiciously modern road leading through the village between the gates:

Inside, the area is almost completely deserted, with just a few families still living there, though occasionally in quite modern houses.

There are wonderfully carved doors leading nowhere:

And stark white or mud walls: