Bekir Bey, gabbling; nice place with plants and chinoiseries in his living room. Madame Mari, in a white costume, golden tarboosh; former beautiful lady, ass square. Lubbert bey. Linant bey [pictured] shows us his drawings. On the evening of our arrival, feast of a Muslim saint: men lined in a parallelogram and singing with gestures indicated by a man in the middle, and another in the corner singing the melody. Silly figure of a young man (thin, thick-lipped, skull receding, nose protruding) quite taken ​by the dizzying pace. A child sang as well, gesturing like the men. Entertainers. We enter a house where a wedding party is taking place. Buffoons, one of them played a woman, she went to the door of the Doctor’s house: “Who’s there? - A sick man. - I won’t open.” Further knocking. “Who? - It’s… it’s… it’s. - No. -Who?” (etc., repeated several times). “Who? - A whore. - Ah! Come in.” “What is the Doctor doing? - He is in his garden. - With whom? - His donkey, he buggers it.”