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Jo began
to sketch, but he promptly sat up, twirled his long moustaches, and from
a worm became a lion. One may be a beggar in Albania, but as long as one
has moustaches one is at least a man.
The bazaar next day filled our wildest dreams. Queerly clad peasants of
all tribes came down from the mountains bearing rugs, rubbish, white
cloths, cheese, honey, poultry, pigs, and they sat on the ground behind
their wares in the blazing heat, while all the rest of Northern Albania
came to purchase. The little shops set out their pottery, silver-ware
and brightly striped veils. Jo lifted up a woman's leather belt covered
with silver, thinking how nice it would look on a modern skirt; but she
dropped it with a crash, for the leather was a quarter of an inch thick,
and the silver equally weighty.
Veiled women bargained and chaffered with the rest, some dressed in
white with black chiffon covering their faces, and others still more
bizarre, wore flowered chiffon, one large flower perhaps covering the
area of one cheek and nose.


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