Before returning to the hotel we stopped at the juice shop.  A man came by swinging a thurible/censer much like the one I remember the priest using at a high mass.  I had the man incense me.  He was a Sufi and from time to time can be seen on the street.

With all the bad news I have heard the last few days I hope that both my prayers in the Coptic chapel and my Sufi incensing will afford me some peace.