The view from the street

In the small ‘Ahwa’ near the meeting of Shari’ Mobtadayan and el-Qasr el-Ainy, you can become part of the furniture.

The chairs are recklessly stacked on top of one another, propped up by the sturdy steel body of the smouldering coal store.  They are anxious for a customer of their own to come and put them to use, so that they no longer feel like the odd piece of rubbish which Nasser – the owner – throws to the street; not caring when or by whom it will be swept up.  Continue reading “The view from the street”