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Standing in Cairo market streets bustling horns honking children’s laughter ball throwing heat simmering the melting pot. Caught in between ancient and modern sellers market wares and bargain prices over jewels and silks fruits and vegetables. Something about Cairo City Triumphant. Sipping espresso at a near by cafe in the center of the bazaar. Camels traded and sold tips given by the owners. Fine linens and silks bangles and jangles of silver copper, and gold jewelry. Ceramics and glass jars of all shapes and sizes. Beautiful intricate artisanship, music floats from the music shops. 21st century effectual Pharaohs walk the streets admiring the wares. Where I have Paris on the Nile it still runs cool to the touch. Ancient Gates remain. Cities of the Dead still hold their legends with no refrain. I see a silk scarf I have to have a bangle or two and some espresso for the road. The jewel of the orient holds her beauty well.

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