Cairo Pt. 3

Okay. Here is the continuation.

Everything was fresh and the little market had every color of the rainbow in food form, dotted here and there with large white decrepit looking scales. There were women completely covered in the burqua yelling at the seller about the condition of the vegetables, I felt immeresed. Throught our entire bazaar experience, we only passed one other couple of tourists and that was it. I belive that we had walked far off the beaten path because people either gave us a quizzickle look or blurted out all the english they knew and smiled. It did not cross their minds to hassle us or try to get us into their shop. We walked on and on passing throught different districts. There is the cotton and clothes district, textiles, kitchen applainces, kitchen wear, wood carving, food area, miscealaneous (darn no spell check, sorry), car and machine parts, slaughter houses, sheeshas, mats, tassles (yes there was a special area that just sold tassels,rugs, lumber, and probably man more. We weaved in and out of streets, as we got lost in this maze. The coolest area i thought was an area where they carved bowls and untensils out of wood, which would normally cost a fourtune in the states, but they were practical here and were not expensive at all. We decided to turn right and head back to what we thought was the larger street and my mom spotted an interesting store. She walked across the street to get a good picture when all of a sudden 2 police officers appreared. They had sour faces and approched my mom. An elderly woman passed by and made a motion of no pictures and then crossed her wrists to show "arrest."Jessica and I were confused as we watched my mom go from being interogatted to being hit on by the policemen. I glanced up and saw the building behind her had barbed wire. I remembered that it was illegal to take pictures of government or militarry things, but my mom did not take a photo of that,but something across the street. She showed the policemen the pictures she had taken and after being hit on, we continued. As we walked by the barbed wire building, I realized that the woman did not mean my mom was going to be arrested, but the building was a jail. The area of the bazzar that the jail was located was the lumber departement and the street was dark, one side filled with wood and men smoking sheesha, and the other side was a large black wall and just passed it was a dark looming building with men shouting out of the barred windows. As we walked on, I noticed women and children standing in front of the lumber store, looking up and talking. I look up and saw they were talking to the men in the jail. It was interesting to watch this strange intereaction. We walked on through kitchen applaiances, tassels, and fabric. Just as we were going to leave. I spotted a juice bar and turned in. I grabbed a mug of deliciousness! The little bar was grubby and had plastic chairs with flies swarming around, but I didn't care because the juice was fantastic. It was bannana, mango, and strawberry with large chunks of fruit nicely displayed on top and bananna and strawberry chunks in the drink. It only cost 2 EGP (about 40 cents). We then hopped into a taxi, worn out by the stimulation of our bazaar experience. (Ooh Pun!)