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Chapter 19 |
It was not long gone dawn and neither leaf nor foot had yet stirred. Christopher crept through the courtyard and quietly opened the heavy front door. On the other side, poised with keys in hand and French loaf under arm, stood the Berber, Hadji Sy.id.
"Ah. Good morning. I bring breakfast."
Breakfast in Ketama was goat cheese, Turkish coffee, and hashish (there being no kif). Time wound on, and then they left, still early, but with the world awake.
"We look?" said Chris.
"We no look," said Sa.id.
"We look!" said Chris.
Approaching the semi-Circus, Chris and Hadji passed a fruit tree with its trunk covered in a collage of fly-bill posters. One, round the side of the tree, eye high, was in English:-
THE BUDDHI SY. ID SHOW
the world famous and renowned, the unique
KALI "THE BLUE LADY"
the oldest man in the world
THE MERMAID ISHTAR
Futures told, and
Dreams come true.
Tickets by negotiation.