I have fond memories of playing dominoes at a tea shop overlooking the Tigris River in the northern city of Mosul. It is right at the end of the iron bridge that connects the old part of the town with the western suburbs, next to a huge market area. A charming open lawn shaded by willow trees, it was a place where men would gather to escape the heat of the sun, chat, and play endless games of dominoes, tiles clacking on the small tables at furious speeds.
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