Sightseeing in Kabul

I hired a car, the driver spoke no English and I speak no Persian, but we communicated well. Kabul...brilliant so far (for comparatively rich foreigners...).
Kabul seems like a huge market town, where all kinds of people converge. Blond people, Asians, Central Asians. Different tribes, dress, faces, and it's been like this for thousands of years.
Many women in light blue burqas, with faces covered by grids, others in shalmar kameez, others in jeans and long tops (I needn't have been so paranoid about what to wear).
The hills surrounding Kabul are like ugly Xmas cards.

I saw a little girl in a gold sparkling dress herding brown flop-eared goats around a busy roundabout; donkey carts; human carts; a minx in a blue sparkly outfit posed amongst her dad's melons for my camera; everyone likes having their pictures taken (I haven't taken pictures in years).

M., a friend of a guy on our project, his fiancee, and his father took me to a Sufi restaurant, basically middle-eastern. They were incredibly nice. I couldn't really relax, worried about doing the wrong thing (a swift g&t would have helped. The guesthouse does sell wine, but I haven't drank any. M's fiancee was very glamorous, tight pants, tight top and a diaphanous black, slightly sparkly shawl.

I get to dress up like Mary in the school nativity play every day. It's a nice change as I always had to be the narrator from nursery school onwards since I could read when I was born (according to my mother). Although I'm sure the scarf thing will wear thin quickly.