Handy Café II

Some of you will remember the Handy Café where I used to set up shop for my internet connection across from where we first stayed in Cairo. Everything worked . . . just! Well, welcome the photocopying equivalent to which I travelled for half and hour in a beat-up taxi in fume-belching traffic to get some photocopying and scanning done for some upcoming work. Those are my papers and shopping bag on the low table in the foreground. The premises extend like a rabbit warren beyond the security camera screen and all the young girl patrons giggled at my instruction-giving or, perhaps, at my shorts and mocassins! It all got done . . . just, as is so often the case in Cairo!