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Under the cosy Victorian-style flats, I stumbled upon a strip of Arab stores and Arabic shop signs, accompanied by awkward English transliterations. It was a sight taken straight out of Alexandria. “Yasamin Clinic” had a large glass door with a printed, low-quality stock photo of a woman with eyes smudged with kohl. “Noor Supermarket” felt like home with its charming display of vegetables and meats facing the grubby traffic. Then there it was, in a small nook off Sussex Gardens:…
