criss-crosswise

Updated: July 5, 2025

The bazaars run criss-crosswise; any way at all save parallel, and anyhow but straight. Between them lies always a maze of passages, and alleys, deep sided, narrow, overhung by trellised windows and loopholed walls and guarded stairways. For every square inch where the sun can shine there are a hundred where a man could hide unseen.

Talbot Mundy - Told in the East