Saturday, September 8, 2012
Palm Work
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Reprise With Fuzz
Friday, September 2, 2011
Weighing Okra
On a hot day during Ramadan we were riding along the canal and came to some trees where a primitive scale was set up for the weighing of the okra crop, one of our summer crops. The buyer wasn't there yet so the farmers chatted and dreamed lazily while waiting for him.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
To Market To Market
The Moneeb Bridge is a treasure house of fascinating vehicles. You might see horses and carts, donkey carts, animals in pickup trucks, families including children and poultry on motorcycles. On this day there was a basket seller with his stock of baskets somehow bound up together in a huge basket-ball pedalling like mad across the bridge. Rear view mirrors need not apply.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Strawberries in Winter
A friend of mine from Toronto came for a month's break from the winter chill in February. Leaving six foot drifts of snow against her front porch she came to sit in the sun, eat fresh local oranges and bananas...and strawberries. Now that is winter break. Photo courtesy of Elaine Jaques
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Bread On The Move
Friday, February 8, 2008
Spice of Life
To be honest, I'm not sure what all these things are, but they certainly are colourful. The selection is even better when you visit the attar...the spice market.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Aerial Act
It's Ramadan and this year date season is right on time. Dates are the traditional food with which one breaks the fast, and it's perfect to have them literally dropping off the trees. But most dates are harvested by men who climb up the palms and cut the branches full of ripe dates and then lower them to the ground in the round baskets that are themselves woven from the leaves of the date palm.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Free For The Taking?
There are a number of basket sellers in Maadi. I can think of at least three right off hand, and the funny thing about them is that they are always leaving their baskets stacked on the side of the road even when there is no one there to watch them. I needed one of the rectangular chests from a sort of rattan last year and I passed by the basket man at least six times before I found him there to buy one from him. Funny thing is that no one just helps themselves to the baskets. Sort of an honour system.