The plans I had for getting out and about took a back seat to snoozing much of the day away. Call it jet lag, whatever, I was in need of a reboot. Its evening now and back home its noon. But I convinced myself that good photos rarely happen in midday, which is true, so my guilt was soothed by that reasoning. I did get out about 3 pm and wandered the old market, had falafel and chatted with local artisans. I may still go tonight yet, the cannon in Sarajevo just fired signalling the end of the days fasting. Ramadan is on.
The Old Market