One of my first questions to my prospective landlord was whether there was a mosque in the neighbourhood. He laughed and said no.
On the first night in the house, empty except for two double foam mattresses on the floor, I woke at 4:30 am to the sound of the muezzin calling for the first prayer of
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Reminds me of a hotel room in Istambul, an open window on a muggy night, and the muezzin’s PA ten feet away across the street… only time I have literally fallen out of bed in the morning.
I would be so annoyed!