ABSTRACT
The following morning I summoned Abdullah to order my breakfast from the cook Mustafa. The cook replied that he must first secure the necessary utensils. That was perfectly reasonable, and I must say it was not a very complicated business. As for provisions, the fellah women take their stand all over the streets with cages full of poultry, pigeons and ducks; they even sell by the bushel chickens hatched in the incubators which are so famous in this country. Every morning the Bedouins bring capercailzie and quail, holding their claws tight between the fingers, like a crown all round the hand. All these things, without counting fish from the Nile, and the magnificent fruits and vegetables of this old land of Egypt, are sold at fabulously cheap prices.
