Incense wafts at dusk, the echo of chanting in an old monastery. Ancient warm stone palazzo, the shriek of a train and en route for the Orient. Bare tan ankles tied in leather sandals brush through thyme and juniper, crush a musky rose. Flare a taper for an oil lamp beaming East to bustle and barter at the souk for rich spices and cardamom, lemon peel and coffee, hand beaten slippers, the hot eucalyptus of the Hammam, the essence of an apothecaries chest of delights. Sift pot pourri from apothecary’s copper bowl.