The perfume of sin

This puzzle city emerges as from the folds of a love story or endless adventures. Rihanna or Nedrumah. It doesn't matter, that's her name, she turns her head to the summer clouds. The sacred heights of the seven minarets with minarets made of white stone and red tiles emerge from a garden of spices, flowers, and war of manuscripts colored in the colors of egg yolks, navy blues, and purples. The city of madmen! A famous traveler once said this. The city of ink, glue and stitches. A city of hulls, basil vases, balconies and music.