In an old neighborhood, Dar Al Muharraq sits subtle and huddled among buildings with flaking walls. During the day, a continuous metal sheet is draped atop it. The alleys around it feel narrow and constantly peripheral. On certain nights, the curtain is raised and vibrant orange wooden panels are folded away into the corners of the building, linking the ground of the building into the surrounding alleys; A Fijiri band performs to an alleyway filled with listeners. The audience crowds around the building and each other, then continue to snake through the old neighborhoods following a trail of lamp posts along the Pearling Path.