Last night, I took the crazy multi-culti mess of our Kuwait-based Cairo team—Mr. Fixit (Hong Kong), Mrs. Fixit (Thai), Captain M (Oman), me (nomadic American)—to the tentmaker's bazaar around Bab Zuweila.
"What are those?" The non-Muslims among us were wide-eyed at the pretty colors outside the bazaar.
"Ramadan lanterns," answered Captain M, nonchalantly. "What? Why are you guys so excited?"