ABSTRACT
When we reached the bank, I saw that we had simply disembarked at Choubrah. The Pasha's gardens, with the bowers of myrtle which adorn their entrance, lay before us; to our left, on both sides of the avenue, 188were a number of poor houses built of unbaked brick: the café I had noticed stood beside the river, and the neighbouring house was that of the reïs himself, who invited us to go in.
