And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Drinking my wake-up coffee on the balcony this morning, I heard the sounds of chants and drums wafting over the sugar cane from the city. I can't imagine how loud it must have been to be in the center of the parade and I can't imagine how early the folks got up to begin the parade before 7 am! I ventured across the river 45 minutes later and found no sign of the celebration.
So I walked about quiet streets, looking up at the architectural details . . . and the pigeons.
I decided to treat myself to an Egyptian breakfast of a foul (pronounced "fool") and a tameya (known as falafel in Lebanese cooking) sandwich. I've often seen crowds of hungry folk gathered around this shop around 10 am. That's the time of 'second breakfast'; the 'first' having been a cup of tea and a smoke three or four hours earlier.
I was tempted to wait for a fried eggplant sandwich.
I ate my bean sandwiches (one stewed, one fried) in the square overlooking Luxor Temple. Even without the parade, it was an enjoyable morning.
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