Morning coffee near the Dome of the Rock. Coffee here is syrupy, thick, very sweet, served in small glass tumblers or plastic cups. It is to be drunk very slowly, not tossed back like the Italians do with their espresso. You cannot go into a shop, a bookstore, clothes store, curio shop, without being offered a glass of coffee or tea. One day when it was raining quite hard, I found myself taking shelter in many doorways and shops. Everywhere I went I was offered coffee, and with it, conversation. I made my way to Abed Barakat's shop in the Old City, where we spent the afternoon. Abed fired up the small electric heater and went twice into the street to order coffee. He was reading a great many books, some in English. There was Noam Chomsky and the biography of Henry Kissinger. If you enjoy good conversation and strong (curl your toes) coffee, then wander in through the Damascus Gate with no particular urgency. Leave your watch or day planner behind. You'll be sure to consume a great deal of caffeine and widen your perspective of the world at the same time. Abed can be found at 143 Dabbegheh Street in the Old City. He is renowned for his knowledge of Bedouin folklore, art, weavings, and ancient copper and brass. He will have a long and fascinating story to tell.