Deadly sweet and delicious mint tea at this wicker chair cafe by the big mosque was well needed after a series of 35 degree afternoons. One fellow leaned his bicycle up against one the the palm planters to dash in for a minute espresso, but a quick eyed mustachioed waiter was there in a flash to remove the offending item to the iron railings. The man came out rather confusedly shouting a bit after his bike, but a heated Arabic exchange ending with a slap on the back and a quick cheek peck sent him happily on his way.
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