. Review of reviews and world's work . r. It may well be, as theItalian expansionists enthusiastically declare,that Tripolitania constitutes a New Italylying at the very ports of old Italy, but it isgoing to take many, many millions of lire andmuch hard work to make it worth the having. THE TOWN OF TRIPOLI To those unaccustomed to the sights andsounds and smells of the East, a visit to thetown of Tripoli is more interesting than en-joyable. Both its harbor and its hostelryare so incredibly bad that no one ever visitsthem a second time if he can possibly helpit. The harbor of Jaffa, in Palestin
. Review of reviews and world's work . r. It may well be, as theItalian expansionists enthusiastically declare,that Tripolitania constitutes a New Italylying at the very ports of old Italy, but it isgoing to take many, many millions of lire andmuch hard work to make it worth the having. THE TOWN OF TRIPOLI To those unaccustomed to the sights andsounds and smells of the East, a visit to thetown of Tripoli is more interesting than en-joyable. Both its harbor and its hostelryare so incredibly bad that no one ever visitsthem a second time if he can possibly helpit. The harbor of Jaffa, in Palestine, is atrifle worse, if anything, than that of Tripoli;but the only hotel I know of which deservesto be classed with the Albergo Minerva inTripoli, is the one next door to the nativejail in Aden. Picture a cluster of square,squat, stuccoed houses, their tedious skylines broken by the minarets of mosques andthe flagstaffs of foreign consulates, facing ona crescent-shaped bay. Under the sun of anAfrican summer the white buildings of the. ARAB WOMAN OF TKIIOI t TRirOUTAMA: THE ITALIAN WIJITE MANS BURDEN 567 town bla/c like ihe whitewashed ba?e ofa railway-station stove at white heat; thestretch of yellow beach which separates theharbor from the town glows liery as brass;while the waters of the bay look for all theworld as though they had been blued inreadiness for the family washing. Withinthe crumbling ramparts of the town is a net-work of dim alleys and byw^ays, along whichthe yashmaked Moslem women flit likeghosts, and vaulted, trellis-roofed bazaiirswhere traders of twoscore nationalities hag-gle and gesticulate and doze and pray andchatter, the while they and their wares andthe passing camels smell to heaven. Scat-tered here and there among the shops arenative bakeries, in the reeking interiors ofwhich, after your eyes become accustomedto the darkness, you can discern patientcamels plodding round and round and round.
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