Cairo is hot and the Cairo metro hotter even in spite of the jet-force speed of ceiling fans and open windows. Which is why the ladies only car is such a relief. From the pink velvet chairs to the attendants offering pedicures to the constant trill of happy gossip and soft hisses of a needlepoint in progress, it's a respite from the demanding city streets. The men really don't know what they're missing!
This is terrible, to use a comment space to send along something else, but my blog-user skills are such that I can't find another way to contact you. So,
ReplyDelete1. I like your blog.
2. I like your New Yorker Blog.
3. I came across your NYer entry on Dickey's Falling as I was researching an entry for my own blog (Ah.):
http://jcstringer.tumblr.com/
Thanks for your good work.
Lauren Wilcox