Item 02: Frank Hurley war diary, 28 October 1917-24 January 1918 - Page 62
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[Page 62]
move to your left. This is the cry of the Camel driver (all in arabic) as he wends his way through the narrow laneway. His beast is laden with sugar cane. You can just see its head and feet. As its swaying burden brushes past, the bazaar vendor shouts back warnings to its owner. Everyone is so good natured and humored that I was wrapt in enjoyment.
What a beautiful study in Color that fruit vendor presents. The golden oranges, figs and other fruits harmoniously arranged on colored papers invite you to buy. And the moving population! What a variety of tints and colors they are bedecked in. Yet all are arranged so subtly as to be unconsciously pleasing. The women alone are dressed in black. Their big flashing eyes sparkling above
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