by Irene Butler, Published in WhatTravelWritersSay E-Zine. and Travel Writers Tales A sense of tranquility wraps around us as we gaze at white latticed buildings and mosques wedged between charcoal mountains and the royal blue Gulf waters. The heat of the sun is tempered by gentle breezes. Our walk along the seaside promenade is filled with alluring detours; a stop at the fish market to watch the buyer-frenzy over the day’s catch, a climb up stone steps to forts clinging to the cliffs – remnants of Portuguese rule. My husband Rick and I are in the historic Muttrah district...
