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Or you wonder how these women with the faces half hidden by a veil, can move along so easily balancing on their heads that large basket of eggs.

Once in the street you get no peace from the bootshines until your boots are cleaned.
"Cleaner Buts, Sir, half piastre – no good, no money."

Then to the accompaniment of a jingle of bells and strange cries a donkey decked out in necklace of glass beads and stamped brass discs is steered along the crowded street by a soldier in khaki, his driver trotting along by his side, paddling along in the dust with his hard pancake feet.

The sanitary system is deplorable.

As a matter of fact the only sanitary provision in most places is a pit in the basement. This I'm told, is supposed to be cleaned every six weeks or so. The smell from some of the old places can be noticed even in the streets and the people inside must live in a constant atmosphere of it.

Those are the dirty beggars who might next moment be on the streets offering for sale fruits, drinks and cakes.

To clean strawberries, for instance, a salesman will put them into his mouth, lick them all round, and lay them on green leaves, and with larger fruit's and

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