The lanes of Khan el Khalili in Cairo had become a second home, although the kaleidoscope of color and smell still amazed her. Rich and deep, the colour of Egyptian coffee, Sala Asim’s eyes creased up above his infectious smile. He took her hand. ‘My wife and I want to show you something.’ As they entered Sala’s shop his wife handed her a small velvet pouch, and could barely contain her excitement. ‘This just arrived from Luxor…’
