Headed out for an evening in Luxor proper, along the corniche, at Luxor Temple and in the souk.
Then the car noses through the pitch black labyrinth of the mud walled village, headlights picking out a gaggle of girls in hajib, little boys in ankle length djellaba, a cow tied up by the front door that emanates the blue glow of the television, small donkeys munching hay, plastic bags floating in the ditches, a chained snarling dog guarding the sheep pen... we go to dinner at our friend's home here in the "real" Egypt.
Warm wonderful people with their joyous, exuberant children. We come bearing two kilos of pastry and a large package of multicolored pens, to share in their one meat meal of the week- chicken.
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