Waiting outside the "Hotel Paris"
Visiting a local fountain, I relaxed as the sounds of nature and the bubbling of the nearby water eased my tensions from the last trip that uncle Francois insisted I take with him.
Wandering around the nearby bazzar, I was looking for a sutible gift for a Caledonian friend, when Artesia said she would be "right back" and left ... damn her and her naivete! Doesn't she know that ladies are kidnapped for neferious purposes in this place!
Retracing my steps, I asked a local for assistance, and he told me I should seek assistance from the Iman, at the mosque at the edge of the city. However, I would need to change my garb from a European, to that of a local - and I did so.
Studying the goods in the bazzar, when Artesia left...
Outside the Mosque
The Iman said that he had heard about an "English lady" going to the local dance hall - I was outraged! What was she thinking?! I stormed over to the locale, and found Artesia, robed in nothing more than a few shreds of clothes! After I composed myself, she explained that she wanted to learn how to "belly dance" (or the "Danse du Ventre", as the French call it). The housemaid offered to show her, and she wanted to suprise me, so... I would have prefered not to have run about the length of the city looking for her, but she was happy, so I indulged her as she showed me her newfound skills (and I must say, I was quite impressed...!)
Artesia performing her "belly dance" (a bit scandalous, but I must say it is enthralling...)
Afterwards, we indulged in a local tradition, the "hookah"... I'm not sure what I was inhaling, but afterwards, we were strangely very hungry ....