The second weekend here we took Britt to The Gold Souk.

(really crappy photo taken through the car window)

It is a traditional market in Deira on Dubai Creek which is actually what I understand to be old Dubai. The Gold Souk is in the large commercial area of Dubai as well. You can watch men unloading good from traditional style boats. Apparently, the Gold Souk is one of the highlights of Dubai and supposedly you can get gold jewelry really cheap. We didn’t actually visit any of the jewelry stores because most of the stuff was too gaudy for my taste and it was also HOT. We were bombarded with street vendors asking if we would like “copy watch” or “copy handbag” which is illegal in Dubai. We did have a look but nothing that really appeals to us. It was interesting to see the daily ongoings throughout the old part of town. The hustel and bustel of peddelers trying to make a fast dollar or I should say dirham, a dirham that will feed them and their family back in their home country.  The photo below truly breaks my heart.  This man, this poor man had such a sad look on his face.  I think his face will stick with Britt and I forever.  It was the first real glimpse of the trials many of the immigrant workers endue on a daily basis to ensure their families’ well being.  They go years without seeing their wives, children, & parents because here there are 5 others that would love to replace them.

I cannot wait until fall so that we can explore this area in full.