We went back along the Hazanieh street, and so came to another street which separates the quarter of the Franks from that of the Jews and follows the course of the Calish. It is crossed occasionally by 89Venetian bridges with a single arch. In it there is a very fine café, the back of which looks out over the canal, and there sherbets and lemonade are to be had. Certainly there is no shortage of such refreshments at Cairo, for everywhere delightful shops offer the passer-by cups of lemonade and drinks with sugared fruits at prices well within the reach of all. As we turned out of the Turkish street to go down to the Mousky, I saw on the walls lithographed bills which announced that a play was to be given that same evening at the Cairo theatre. I was not sorry to be thus reminded of one of the joys of civilisation, dismissed Abdullah, and went to dine at Domergue's, where I was told that local amateurs were giving a play for the benefit of the poor blind who are, unfortunately, only too numerous at Cairo. The Italian season was due to open shortly, but this evening's entertainment was to be of the lighter variety.