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PIERRE LOTI
The rising sun gilds the mosque, gilds it under the fresh plane-trees; in the air there is a white mist which is like the original veil of day. The little Turkish _cafés_ begin to open, and two or three _minims_ are already being shaved in the open air under the trees.