Cairo: and a tale of lives in the Khan el Khalili

It's always the same. I'm in the Khan el Khalili in Cairo.  I pass the jewelry stores with their strands of shiny new gold. 

 I then walk by the vendors of belly dancer costumes. 

 And say no thank you to the men selling the copper pots.

 And smile at the vendors of spices and dried hibiscus flowers and tell them I'll be back another day.

Because the only stores I go into are those filled with old junk.

Or perhaps it's treasure.  Yes, treasure.

I'm looking for the images of those who lived long before.  Some known. Others nameless.  

I'll buy that one, I say.  And that one and that one.   I'll buy their memories in the Khan el Khalili.

Never forgotten.  No, no, never forgotten.

Egypt: and tales of walking like an Egyptian

Oh the tales....the many tales I've told about Egypt.....

Yes, that's where I...

Considered a tattoo.

Contemplated faith 

Played with a naughty little boy.

Spent time with a polygamist.

Was bejeweled.

Got lost in the Khan el Khalili.

Was enlightened.

Witnessed intrigue

Drank coffee with Naguib Mahfouz.

Wore gold colored glasses.

Was crowned the Queen of Juice.

Had color therapy.

Skimmed the surface.

Tried to crack a secret code.

Shopped and shopped.

Couldn't get a girl out of my mind

Shared a love story. and...

Had visions of Paradise.

I'm in Egypt now, searching for another tale to tell.

Images from here and here.

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