Six Words: Gold, Prospect, Operation, Perfume, Decade, Fee
It was over two decades ago that Denise and I were in Cairo, Egypt. (There is a city in Illinois with the same name, but there they pronounce it Kay-roe, but that is a different story.) We were trying to walk to the big market area and to get there we had to walk across or around Tahrir Square – which is really a traffic circle comparable in size to traffic circle around the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.
It seemed like it would be impossible. Traffic flows non-stop and it seemed like a bumper car track. The prospect of crossing was daunting. Then a man appeared next to me and asked if we wanted to cross. He took my hand, I had Denise’s hand, and we stepped off the curb. He stared down traffic like a bullfighter in a ring (did you know that France has bullfights too, but there the bulls are the heroes and they are never harmed?).
We made it across and he offered to lead us to the market. Almost immediately, we passed a perfume shop and he said it was owned by his cousin and he needed to duck in for a moment and invited us in too. It was a small operation and once we were inside, looking at the gold and multi-colored bottles, they offered samples at no fee. We escaped, I think, without making a purchase. We took a different way back to our hotel.