I really do not know what else to call her. The walk to the open market in Tripoli is from the main square through the narrow roads on uneven pavements. As you leave the square there are modern shops and banks and as you approach the market there are general trading stores, saddle makers and…
Conversations with a Portuguese Tiler
My father had a Portuguese tiler working for him at the time of the main expansions of our house. “Patria”, he would shout as he passed the tiler, and the tiler would give him a broad smile. There was a labourer or two, but they were always in the background. The tiler did all the…