It’s nearby, they said. You can walk, they said.
And so, on the advice of the hotel desk clerks, we walked to Souq Waqif, an open air market with traditional clothing, other cloth, household goods, foods of all types, and the fabulous scent of fresh spices wafting through the air.
We watched as business was conducted by men and women in traditional dress (men in one piece white robes with white headdress banded in black, women head to toe in black).
With Pepper, the traveling sock monkey, we found what shade we could and walked slowly through the semi-covered warren of shops until we set out into the sun for the second leg of our stroll, which took us to the Museum of Islamic Art.
By the time we reached our destination on a small peninsula jutting out from Doha Coniche (the name for the striking promenade that lines the waterfront of this growing city), we had walked 1.5 miles and heat at taken on a new meaning. According to our devices, it was 106°F, feels like 130°F.
So we started our museum tour with an extended hydration stop at the museum cafe, which boasts a fine view of the Doha skyline. The Museum itself is stunning and houses art from five continents and many centuries
Its collections approach the topic first from various features (patterns, figures) and then by date, as if one were walking through the centuries.
It was interesting to see a special exhibit on Muhamed Ali, who at one point spent time in Qatar.
Pepper visits the Museum of Islamic Art in Doha, Qatar.
Done with walking, we hailed a cab and took a drive through city center to get a closer look at the intriguing architecture. Then it was back to our hotel for an early dinner and a good night’s sleep before our early flight to Johannesburg in the morning.