Immediately outside the town we pass a large open place near a river, where the camels rest, and where they are loaded and unloaded; I saw a whole herd of these animals.

Their Arab or Bedouin drivers were reclining on mats, resting after their labours, while others were still fully employed about their camels.
It was a truly Arabian picture, and moreover so new to me, that I involuntarily stopped my long-eared Bucephalus to contemplate it at my leisure.
Not far from this resting-place is the chief place of rendezvous and pastime of the citizens.

It consists of a coffee-booth and a few rows of trees, surrounded by numerous gardens, all rich in beautiful fruit-trees.

Charming beyond all the rest, the flower of the pomegranate-tree shines with the deepest crimson among the green leaves.

Wild oleanders bloomed every where by the roadside.