ABSTRACT
37 https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780429267949/a7894cf8-f1be-4da6-a5b8-25af3ccb2a6d/content/inline3.tif"/> The streets of Samarkand. 1 A medley of sounds— trotting horses, camel bells, and wagons creaking along the muddy roads. Smells of incense, cloves, cinnamon, curry spices in round sacks, urine, boiled lamb simmering in huge vats, and always jostling crowds of people. To Xuanzang, who was used to men with small noses, beardless faces, and almond-shaped black eyes, the men filling the roads and the bazaar were clearly foreign traders. 2 In Chang'an and along the oases of the Silk Road, he had already seen some hawk-nosed men whose beards swallowed their faces and whose eyes looked like blue, green, or gray glass.
