The sun is shining, somewhere.

Just thought that in view of the inclement weather here I might brighten up the day with some non winter land pictures.

The little girl was begging for coppers beside our bus in Luxor and when we gave her a pencil she ran across the road and traded it for an apple with the shop keeper.

The gent on his one horse powered machine , or sitting on his ass would be able to get through the snow drifts here, having practiced on the sand dunes there.

BUT madam belly dancer would fit in nicely with the crowds outside the Jamhouse or the majority of the George Street pubs and clubs
at the weekend.