Friday, April 28, 2017
Dubai by Rail and Foot
In the lobby, people were still enjoying the night. Two thirtysomething expatriate women emerged from the pub in summer frocks, looking like they were on their way to an English garden party.
This is a city where expatriates outnumber the locals. For the majority, Dubai is a temporary place.
This morning I got on a metro train at Internet City station, near my hotel.
Eventually I got off the train near Dubai's old town. I walked a few blocks, and found myself in a neighborhood of immaculate alleys. Maybe they're a little too immaculate, but I tried not to overanalyze.
I stepped through a little doorway into a cafe in an air-conditioned courtyard. A fabric ceiling, like a tent, helped contain the cool air.
I noticed I was close to a metro station. It was time for the afternoon portion of my explorations for today.
A mosaic in the monorail station depicted Palm Jumeirah, land created in the Gulf in the shape of a palm tree, with an outer ring of more artificial land.