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6o Oriental Cairo<br />

I have often photographed such a party without being<br />

noticed.<br />

But if a poor and primitive native was consulting the<br />

soothsayer, and the darkness had fallen, and the traffic had<br />

ceased, the sight was truly impressive, especially in contrast<br />

to the cafes opposite. The Sharia cl-Genaina has a row of<br />

cafes for Arabs and mean whites, because they can hear the<br />

music coming round the corner from the cross street, the<br />

most blatant in Cairo. These cafes were not interesting ;<br />

people really went to them for refreshment ; most of them<br />

only bought their drinks from the cafe and their doubtful<br />

delicacies from the peripatetic restaurateurs. There was one<br />

rather amazing cafe along here : it was kept by a retired<br />

British sergeant, who had married a Greek woman, and was<br />

the favourite resort of Tommy Atkins. We had rooms over<br />

that caf6 once, so I am in a position to give it a character.<br />

The Tommies who frequented it never made any particular<br />

noise except with their sing-songs ; the women who served<br />

them were good enough for Grundy, and the place had a<br />

reputation for decent liquor. The most striking feature was<br />

the number of Tommies who could play the accompaniment<br />

to the latest music-hall and comic-opera songs, and play with<br />

veyve. It was a sort of concert by the audience. It gave me<br />

a great idea of Tommy Atkins.<br />

The street behind the Sharia el-Genaina, the Sharia<br />

VVagh-el-Birket, and the cross street which joined them, are<br />

the most unblushing in Cairo, except the parades of the<br />

Fishmarket. But the Sharia Wagh-el-Birket is picturesque<br />

in its way, for one side of ,it is taken up by arcades with<br />

compromising cafes under them, and the other has its<br />

upper floors tenanted by gay women who aspire to the<br />

better-class. Every floor has its balcony, and every balcony<br />

has its fantastically robed Juliet leaning over. As the<br />

street, in spite of its glare, is not well-lighted, you cannot<br />

see how displeasing they are ; you get a mere impression<br />

of light draperies trailing from lofty balconies under the<br />

lustrous night blue of Egypt, while from the rooms be-<br />

hind lamps with ^rose-coloured shades diffuse invitations.

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