It's still Ramadan. Every year, the traffic gets more manic, the time to drive to the mall gets longer because the queues are so long and there's nowhere to park. People sit like gnomes at the restaurants, waiting for the Iftar prayer. It's odd. They've ordered already, so as soon as the call to prayer comes, they expect the food to be brought without delay. I watched a family of, shall we say, the more devout variant (short dishdashas and uncut beards) where the greybeard patriarch held his knife and fork vertically, waiting.
The images are flat. Like my mood. But, the AC is new and works fine.