"Every now and then turbaned figures would go by, following the wall; and not a single female head was to be seen behind the discreet grills of the women's appartments, the 'haremlikes'. A dead city, one might have said.
I thought I was perfectly alone; then I experienced a strange feeling, and realised that close to me, from behind thick iron bars at head height, two large green eyes were staring into mine. The eyebrows were brown, and...