On my way to work this morning, I saw a fabulous sight from my taxi: a donkey yearling wandering down the street in front of the Safeway. It reminded me of a photograph one of my Peace Corps friends took several years back in Abdoun, the poshest neighborhood in the city:
This may have been 3 years ago, but it still happens. Just a year ago, I was having dinner with Marissa and her Arabic professor’s brother and his wife in Abdoun. They told us several stories of herds of sheep in the empty lot across from their home.