firadjes

Updated: July 29, 2025

From the very first moment he was attracted by the narrow lanes of the Turkish quarters their white houses with protruding balconies covered with latticed blinds like cages painted red; the little mosques with their patios of cypresses and fountains of melancholy tinkling; the tombs of Mohammedan dervishes in kiosks which block the streets under the pale reflection of a lamp; the women veiled with their black firadjes; and the old men who, silent and thoughtful under their scarlet caps, pass along swaying to the staggering of the ass on which they are mounted.

Vicente Blasco Ibáñez - Mare Nostrum (Our Sea): A Novel