
In the picture, the German Market Leader says 'hello again'.
I brewed some Arabic coffee with Cardamom and Saffron, and imported some good dates and Omani Halwa for them as a taste of Arabia.
One current exhibition is "Lure of the East", curated by Tate London, which shows British Orientalist Paintings from dozens of museums worldwide (go here for a random review I found).
Between about 1830 and 1925, a number of British artists travelled the East - among them Lord Byron, David Roberts, John Frederick Lewis, or David Wilkie. And there was even a female painter travelling the East at that time - Henriette Brown, who insisted on accompanying her husband on a diplomatic trip.
They all benefited from the region's growing connection with Western Europe, through railway, steamboats and the Suez channel.I think many of the stereotypes and cliches along the lines of the style of"Lawrence of Arabia" originate in that era - as the contemporary painters seem to have focused on depictions of the (desert) scenery, bedouins dressed in traditional clothing and portrayals of other high-standing people in local dresses, colorful street scenes, old prunk buildings from the inside or outside, bazaars and markets, and scenes with camels; at least judging from that exhibition.
And of course the harems captured the male painters' imagination, for obvious reasons, one being they were absolutely denied access which must have made it even more alluring. Also, it seems that even Western people at the time liked to have themselves painted in Oriental clothes, in order to demonstrate their cosmopolitanism and cultural refinement.
While it was interesting to see how artists at the time viewed "The Orient", I found most paintings not very captivating; in fact, many seemed quite plain to me. There seemed to be little behind most of them. Or maybe it was only me looking at them superficially, as most failed to capture my interest beyond what they reflected regarding the painters and their views.
The other exhibits at the museum were a stark contrast to that, as many were quite playful and made use of space, sounds, and light in a partly quite engaging way.
Sharjah, by the way, as many sources emphasize, is one of the most conservative of the seven emirates of the UAE. So you better stick to the strict dress code, and absolutely stay away from alcohol. And you also may want to show your affection for your partner only within the privacy of your own room.
Unless you want to get into trouble, as others before you have found out themselves: There are every now and then stories about couples, doing, well, you know what, only to be put to prison and then banned from the UAE for life.
And we wouldn't want that, would we.
In urgent need of some cash, I walked towards what I perceived to be the city center after the heritage village tour, as I had been told there's an ATM. After half an hour, which seemed like about three hours, I finally met another person crazy enough to be around on foot. Of course I learned I had taken the wrong way. But on a positive note, he told me a bus back to Dubai was about to leave, and insisted on paying for me (just seven dirhams, by the way). Too tired to be polite, I accepted after only some half-hearted attempts to refuse the offer.
On the bus back, I enjoyed once more the scenery when we drove along the desert highway cutting its way through 'Big Red", a 100m high sand dune which draws a big crowd of off-roaders at the weekend and which stands out strikingly against the sky. Then dozed off.
But there's also action: The construction company said it will close the camp featured in the BBC documentary and admitted it had been warned about conditions. And the ministry of Labour said it plans a campaign to tackle laborer conditions.
The caravan moves on, trying to leave the muck behind.