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As I cycled back towards town I detoured to avoid a stony section of road, and took to the paths through the fields. This was how I came across a vast old Moslem cemetery, mile upon mile of crumbling vaults, made of clay and straw, shaped like long domed coffins or else circular resembling bee-hives. Many vaults had fallen inwards revealing dark holes underground. Occasionally the ground beneath me was so thin I could feel it sink under my weight.