The day remembered how to play chess and met Peter. 
Morning coffee in the ledge, watching the day take shape but this morning another, Peter from Holland who's traveling with his daughter for a month thinking it would benefit her education.  He'd first arrived thirty years ago, been returning ever since. 
Sometimes you just meet the right person at the right time, a fellow anachronism who retains faith in the inclusiveness of travel. It's seemed less common up until now, projections of otherness and uniforms which have always been part of things now in spate. But a conversation later I felt better. 
Then the routine of samosa, bananas and a coffee by the clocktower, the wander winding back to Yusuf's and the chess board, with winding conversations. 
Today, well modesty forbids. 
Later sunset mostly over water, rooftop contemplations and the feeling that it's time to move. Not quite yet but almost.