These photos are from early 2011, taken a short while before the start of the Syrian civil war.  They’re ordinary travel photos, but their unremarkable nature is precisely what, in hindsight, makes them remarkable: even though the country was at the brink of national tragedy, there was no hint of unrest in the city or countryside, and what I encountered was not a climate warped by tension, but the calm and ordered predictability of daily routine.  Yet only a few weeks later, civil war would gradually transform such serene platitudes into poignant symbols of time and place lost…