[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/a80e4f600c3f46515db51d40ef3786d7/tumblr_inline_mvwucp19MS1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Al Fishawi' over in Khan El-Kalili Bazar over in El Ataba El Khadra in E10 [/center][hr][hr]It had been a decidedly pleasant stroll, walking from Garden City to El Ataba El Khadra. Others of her social class had been milling around, enjoying the afternoon heat, and commenting about how very strange and queer Egypt was. Had E.M. Forster been present, it would've done well amongst [i]Where Angels Fear to Tread[/i] and his newest publication, [i]A Passage to India.[/i] They were dreadful little novels, Nora detested them, but she had required something to pass the hours with. Multivariable calculus could only entertain a person for so long, of course.  

Pausing at the corner, Nora sighed a bit as yet another vender called over towards her. She didn't care for advertising of any sort. If someone wanted something, then the sensible thing to do would leave them be to obtain it. If the product needs to be shouted about on the street corner, clearly it wasn't worth purchasing anyways. However, she had been raised as a gentlewoman, instructed in the best graces of England. [color=00ccff]"No thank you,"[/color] Nora quipped, spotting a tiny place out of the way. She had been to Al Fishawi' on many on occasion, and the memories she had of the place were decidedly pleasant. The tea had been delightful at the shisha bar, and at the risk of falling in line with the English stereotype, Nora headed into the establishment. 

It was cramped, but Nora managed to find a table to herself. Ordering herself some tea and a bit of food, Nora sat herself down, opening up her notebook once more. Out of the corner of her eye, she recognized a film actress, though she couldn't place the name. She'd likely viewed a film of hers at some point, or seen her around Garden City. It wasn't too unusual. Glancing down, Nora began to sketch and jot down notes on things of interest, transcribing her notes into code as she went. It was a novel distraction for her, enough to satisfy her as she awaited her tea and food. 

Truthfully, she didn't mind sitting by herself. It was the way she preferred things, with the world leaving her alone to do what pleased her. Socializing didn't come naturally to Nora, a disappointment of her parents who had often attempted to set up one marriage or another.