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Bastet’s Friday Flash Fiction Challenge 4 July 2014: Sanctuary
Sanctuary. The cool, dimness, after the heat and moving masses of the street soothed me, cleansed me like a shower.
As my eyes adjusted, I soaked up the breath-taking mosaic interior of the building.
Patterns repeated: stylistic plants and flowers; deep blue night sky with a thousand stars.
Artistry as an expression of spirituality from a time when buildings were created with reverence.
Paul had been right. I wouldn’t appreciate the city or begin to understand it’s rich culture until I had ventured to these places.
The indicated carved doors opened, streaming light and a tour group into the quietness. “Began in . . . yes, lunch is next . . . Yes, there will be familiar food. . . a classic example . . . yes, after that we will visit the bazaar.
I silently slipped out the door; somehow the street didn’t seem too hot or crowded.