It smelled like the Street of the Tanners, which is never good. Camel skins, ass skins, the skins of Persian lambs and of wild animals from the north were all on display, beautifully tanned as only our Baghdad tanners know how to work. Hung from ropes around the tanners’ s...
This was not the regular nightclub but a big anteroom off it; at night it was mostly used by people waiting for tables, but from five to seven it was a prosperous cocktail lounge. The cocktail maitre d’ bowed low. “A table, Mr. Corday? We don’t often get honored this way.”...