Sikka Art Festival

We begin in the Sikka houses, moving through rooms that feel like they were made to make you stop and stare. No itinerary, no rush. Just the right places, in the right order, with the right people.
The creek catches the last of the light as we wander toward the water. Installations, open sky, and a pause for tea somewhere along the way.
Then the Grand Bazaar. Then Al Fahidi, quiet and layered and unlike anywhere else in the city. The evening ends at the Arabian Tea House, where dinner feels less like a meal and more like a proper landing.
Old Dubai, seen Elsewhere.