Tabasci, the Muslim holiday described in a previous post, was, for the non faint-of-heart, a sensory feast. Along almost every block were freshly slaughtered, roasting rams. We hired a taxi and toured the city, encouraged by our driver and a good friend to take pictures.
In the days that followed neighbors brought us mutton, which Hilary transformed into Sloppy Joes!
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