A Glimpse of Murree

On Sunday after Mass, Maria, a teacher from the senior school, and I walked to another teacher's home.  We had been invited to lunch.

Ayesha, our hostess, was to send her car to pick us up but that plan changed as the roadway around her house had been ripped up and was ready for re-sealing.  She felt her little car didn't need to be rattled about!

Secretly, I was delighted.
For weeks I had been wanting to take photos of our little hill station town, Murree. 

This was my opportunity!


Take a walk with me!

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Goats on the road ... and 'shops' packed with items.

We passed several traders selling biryani, pita bread, samosas and pakoras. 
A young man had a tray of fish to sell.  His boss had just brought it up from Islamabad. 
I wonder how fresh it really was ... we're miles from the sea!

We then turned into the Bazaar. 
What a sea of colour! 
I was tempted to buy a scarf or two but Maria said they were asking too much. 
We were simply on the outskirts of the town and could get a better bargain another day! 
Good, we'll have another opportunity to see the heart of the town ... and perhaps do some shopping!

The little girl, walking alone, was happy to have her photo taken but quickly wrapped herself in her black dupatta/shoulder cloth first.

Maria thought the four little children, perhaps Pashtun or Afghan refugees, were from the derelict houses we passed.  There are known to be many squatters in this part of town.

Next door to Ayesha's home is a mosque. 
The men were keen to have their photos taken, but instead of taking a photo Maria began taking a video on my phone!  She felt most uncomfortable amongst these men and quickly whisked me off.

We were reminded of the mosque a couple of times while visiting as the imam uses a loud speaker when he's calling the faithful to prayer ... we were almost deafened! 

Lunch was delicious ... thick chicken soup, biryani, a yoghurt dish, chicken patties, kebabs and freshly baked naan bread.

Ayesha used to work for PIA (Pakistan International Airlines) and has travelled a lot. 
Maria knows Cheryl, my Pakistani friend who lives in Montreal, so there was lots to share and talk about. 
Many friends called over the course of the afternoon. 
I had a wonderfully relaxed time.