and then there was nothing in the courtyard back of mustapha stroheim 's kahwa ( or coffeehouse ) in heliopolis ( which was once the city of the sun , and is now a suburb of cairo ) , but white ash , which blew up in the momentary breeze , and settled like powdered sugar or like snow ; and nobody there but a young man with dark , dark hair and even , ivory-colored teeth , wearing an apron that said kiss the cook .