My parents and I were out in the streets at night. The buildings around us looked rather Mediterranean but I had the sense that we were in the United States. We were on our way to get back to our hotel. We passed by a marketplace when I took out my phone to check the map. In order to get to our room, we had to pass through a building for which the door lay in front of us. My dad thought it couldn’t be right, but I went in with my mother anyways.