Cairo Street Market

It's seven thirty pm as we walk down this street around the block on Friday, prayer day.   It's coming to life after the sluggish start, much like Sunday mornings in the Britain of my youth.   Lots to see from the rabbits and pigeons awaiting the pot, the freshly-cleaned fish, squid and crabs, and the last local mandarins/youshy baladi bringing up the tail of the great annual mandarin harvest that the Nile Delta produces.   Off now to the Kandahar Indian restaurant for dishes of prawn masala, potatoes with roasted cumin and the Indian equivalent of 'baladi' bread . . . plain nan!