Dreaming in Diyarbakir. Sunday afternoons are for walking on the ramparts, picnics on the grass, football in lanes, tea on rooftops, dengbej (Kurdish sung bardachd) in courtyards, and visiting Armenian churches while showing no respect at all - picking up saints etc and waving them around. One couple wanted to know, in the Chaldean church, why I wasn't praying: not least because I have no idea what you do in a Chaldean church.

Gunshots outside just now but I think they are post-football jollity. There was honking too and I don't hear any screaming.