I had somebody to find in the warren of streets and alleyways in the old walled city of Damascus. There is no mention of him in the guidebooks, but I’d heard the rumours more than once.  Would he still be there? There were many twists and turns. Through the soukh, skirting the Great Mosque, along Straight Street and Ananias’s house where the scales fell from St Paul’s eyes, jostled by small boys selling mint tea and old men pushing carts, […]