Washing dangles above washing from the windows; the houses bulge outwards upon flimsy brackets; you see a bit of sculpture in a dark corner; at the top of all, a gable and a few crowsteps are printed on the sky.

Here, you come into a court where the children are at play and the grown people sit upon their doorsteps, and perhaps a church spire shows itself above the roofs.

Here, in the narrowest of the entry, you find a great old mansion still erect, with some insignia of its former state--some scutcheon, some holy or courageous motto, on the lintel.

The local antiquary points out where famous and well-born people had their lodging; and as you look up, out pops the head of a slatternly woman from the countess's window.

The Bedouins camp within Pharaoh's palace walls, and the old war-ship is given over to the rats.