And carries a cane, apparently. At least according to the kids I passed in the Old City the other afternoon.
It was a few days before the start of Ramadan, so, perhaps everyone was feeling particularly jovial.
Somewhere between the ages of 9-13, one of the four amigos spots The Little Bag and yells out dramatically, “Al-Qahira [and an over exagerated] Caiiiroooo.” The ‘iro’ is accompanied with a flourish of the hand, half conductor half bow.
With a wink and a smile his other friend tips an imaginary Fez, the third waives a cane in the air (at least, that’s what it looked like in my mind’s eye) before parading with it down the cobbled road, and the fourth saunters like he owns Khan al-Khalili.
All in a few blinks of an eye.
Cairo, performed rather marvelously beneath the arch on Al-Wad street.