spitted-meat

Updated: May 15, 2025

We left the fried-fish shops and fried spitted-meat shops behind, whence emerge kabobs second only to coos-coosoo and a smell indescribable; and we wound down tortuous alleys, past quiet windowless houses, whose great painted doors, yellow and brown, studded with enormous nails and knockers, spoke respectability. Never a straight street for six yards.

Isabel Savory - In the Tail of the Peacock