ABSTRACT
After lunching at the hotel, I went to sit for a while in the finest cafe in the Mousky, There, for the fir ft time, I saw dancing girls perform in public. I should like to give some description of the setting, but really there were neither trefoils, nor little columns, nor panels of porcelain, nor suspended ostrich eggs. It is only at Paris that one finds cafes so oriental as that. Instead, you must picture to yourself a modest square-shaped place, with whitewashed walls, whose only arabesque was a picture of a clock set in the middle of a field between two cypress-trees. This was repeated several times. The rest of the decoration consisted of mirrors also painted, which are supposed to reflect the brightness of a palm stem from which depend little bowls of oil with floating wicks. At night the effect is not too bad.
