In Barbary : $b Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco and the SaharaPowell, E. Alexander (Edward Alexander)
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In Barbary : $b Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco and the Sahara
Powell, E. Alexander (Edward Alexander)
Africa, North -- Description and travel
On the birthday of the Prophet—June 7, according to the Roman
calendar—the bey goes in state to the Great Mosque. On this occasion
the _souks_ unbar their gates at night and are ablaze with lights from
end to end, and the effect is magical. By day the _souks_ of Tunis are
only narrow passages with holes in their vaulted roofs, through which
the sun pours down on the flagged, uneven pavement. But on the Night of
the Prophet they are turned into fairy-land, for hanging from the roofs
are cut-glass chandeliers aflame with candles, supplemented by thousands
and thousands of diminutive oil-lamps with glass shades of every hue,
while the fronts of the shops are concealed beneath priceless silken
carpets and wonderful old brocades and embroideries, so that the narrow,
tunnel-like lanes are aglow with light and color. The painters have been
busy too, the vaultings, pillars, and carven capitals being vivified by
the lavish application of vermilion and emerald green; and set before
the stalls on either side are rows of richly upholstered divans and
benches, piled high with silken pillows, for the use of the merchants and
their friends and the musicians whom they have hired. The covered ways
resound to the throbbing of string and reed instruments, the chanting of
priests, the shrill appeals of holy men and mendicants, and the deep,
low hum of countless voices. The approach of the bey is heralded by a
fanfare of trumpets and the wild, barbaric strains of a native military
band, and, as he passes along the street, guarded by twin files of the
Garde Beylicale in their picturesque uniform and followed by a throng
of staff-officers, religious dignitaries, and officials, the spectators
salaam to the ground, costly rugs are thrown down for him to walk upon,
and the flowers which the natives wear behind their ears are cast beneath
the feet of this portly, gray-bearded, benevolent-looking old gentleman,
his blue uniform glittering with stars and crosses, who is venerated by
his subjects as the descendant of the Prophet, the Shadow of God on Earth.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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