Speak Of The Devil
Just a turn-of-phrase, people. Don't all send me poison pen letters in Islamic rage.
Here is a timely snapshot, near Brickell Avenue in Miami proper. A lady covered in a flimsy version of the niqab, conversing with a male companion in front of her. I presume they live around the area, since the man has a lot of Winn-Dixie grocery bags in his hand.
The general Shenandoah/Brickell area is well-known to be a concentration for middle-to-upper class Middle Easterners, from Christian Lebanese to observant Muslims from Syria.
There are also lots of Greeks in the area, which makes for a hummus and tabouleh bonanza for those of us who love that sort of thing.
Check out the Daily Bread market, very near this shot above, at 2400 SW 27th St.
The Frommers guide says they are Greek, but I think they are mistaken, or else I'm thinking of another Middle Eastern market, which is like stepping into Ali Baba's cave for a moment.
I go there just to be able to ogle the INFINITE choices of olives in their brine, in barrels. Delicious.