Dorothy, we are not in Penang anymore!

 I apologize that this entry is a jumble.  I am unable to organize the photos the way I'd like to and feel rather tired after a full day of walking in the hot sun and steamy concrete of Kuala Lumpur.

By the early evening we walked back to Brickfields, which is where my hotel is and where Mehta and Peivand took the train back to their apartment.  I find these minarets and domes as compelling as the calls to prayer.  I think I'm probably Muslim at heart...

This was Italian, of all things, at the Islamic Arts Museum.

I cannot seem to move things around very readily tonight, but this marvelous bird was also at the Islamic Arts Museum - all ivory or pearl inlays.

Kuala Lumpur is definitely NOT a walkable city; in my efforts to stroll around today, I got stuck in the middle of highways, crossing over ramps, scurrying under bridges, through dirt and around rivers.  This is the sort of construction going on absolutely everywhere.

This morning I made it to the Central Market as it was setting up.

I met my Iranians friends at the Islamic Arts Museum, which is so exquisite that I was thrilled to be back there, AND they let me take endless photographs of these delightful miniature paintings and gorgeous illustrated copies of the Qur-an.

Many of the pieces at the Islamic Arts Museum were from Iran, and this is an example of one of the more elegant dishes.

After the museum we trekked back to the Central Market where we all had our feet nibbled by the fish who eat off the dry skin; giggling is an irresistible component of the experience!

The ceramics were delicate and beautiful with Arabic written around the edges; the writing always looks more like design than communication to me.

This blue ewer was a knock-my-socks-off color, shape and design.

These tile pillars outside the museum had such grand blues and shades of green that I had to pose next to them and try to blend into the palette.