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Identifier: bywatersofcartha00loriuoft (find matches)
Title: By the waters of Carthage
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lorimer, Norma Octavia, 1864-
Subjects: Tunisia -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Hutchinson
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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rstanding. I thinksomehow one could not help growing bigger and be-coming less burdened with the ego of self if one sleptunder the stars in the desert, with ones head pillowedon the very bosom of truth, and ones ear close to theheart-beat of immortality. But, basta ! 1 must take up my log where I left off. Well, dear, rather strange and somewhat amusingthings have happened ; and our interest in the beautifulLady of the Souk-el-Attarin grows apace. Jack is quiteipris ; but she, poor soul, imagining that he is my husband,feels a little embarrassed. I told Bachir not to explainto the natives in the bazaars that Jack is not myhusband, for in the East no woman can have a manfor a friend. He is husband, lover, parent, or nothing—if he is not everything that he ought not to be. I leftoff in my last letter just as we were starting off withthe perfumer and his wife to have coffee in a nativecafe. In the souks you can, 1 must tell you, drinkcoffee all day long and never pay a penny for it. It
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Chapter V 79 is the custom with all the merchants to serve you withcoffee, even if you are only looking at the contents oftheir shops and have no real intention of buying anything ;as this politeness only costs a halfpenny each time itis not a very ruinous speculation on the givers part. Our way led through the shoemakers souk, which isone of the largest and busiest in the city ; for the bazaaris a city to itself, with its mosques, prisons, baths, schools,courts, and manufactures. A city of no night, one mightcall it, for it is only inhabited in the daytime. As Ipassed along the endless street of busy shoemakers,hammering and stitching away in their little dens atbright green slippers, and lemon-yellow slippers, andpale blue slippers, and scarlet slippers, fantasticallytasselled and embroidered in cerise and turquoise silk,I said to myself that every inhabitant of Tunis, of what-ever nationality, Italian, French, Arab, or Jewish, mustwear out at least three dozen pairs of these coquet
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