Photo essay, as I am on my way to catch an overnight train to Luxor. I spent the day at the pyramids. It was...overwhelming. But I'll post on that later! Enjoy some of my photos from Alexandra, the port city/former home of Cleopatria. Maybe you've heard of her? Sadly no pictures of her here. The only thing I did not take a picture of were the crypts. I have never been claustrophobic or especially afraid of the dark. But you know what? I have always had an active imagination. And when a place that is normally crawling with tourists featured just me and nobody else underground, wandering around in a crypt (the bodies were removed), where I had to walk around on planks of very unstable wood in places due to flooding, let me tell you: I gladly walked into a tourist trap and willingly followed around the "guard" who was the only other thing with a pulse two stories down. I even tipped him. Twas really cool, especially the mashup combo of Greek, Roman, and Egyptian funerary carvings in one area. But I'm pretty sure it was responsible for my freaky dreams last night too! (I will devote a special post to the library because, hi, I am a librarian).
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| A pita maker in Alexandria |
