The tavern stands by itself in the Canal of the Fiery Snake, surrounded by:
darkness;
tenements;
sweatshops;
"...old warehouses abandoned to rats and robbers." (p. 31) (For full reference, see here.)
On the first floor:
thick smoke;
grinning jack-o'-lantern lights;
smells of arrack and narcotics;
men of many professions and criminalities lounging on floor mats, drinking, smoking and throwing dice;
a dancer;
gamelan, flute and drum;
joy girls behind beaded curtains;
the fat Madame Udjung drinking gin on her high throne with a noseless daggerman at her feet and a singing, golden-tailed ketjil bird on her wrist.
Unbelievably colorful.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
Unbelievably colorful and DANGEROUS for staid law abiding types like us! (Smiles)
Sean
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