Other than checking out bus and train schedule at the stations, I pretty much spent the entire day strolling and photographing in Islamic Cairo.
I can't say that I love the area. It was noisy, chaotic, dirty, smelly, disorganized, crowded, disorienting, confusing. However, at certain moment when I stood under the shade of a minaret during prayers or took refuge at the tranquil teashop near the souk of Khan el-Khalili, I felt being miles away from the hectic activities and imagined myself entering the world of Mahfouz's novels or The English Patient.
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