When night falls, like a hard worker exhausted by his day, the city catches its breath.
In the alleys, the terraces are filled with customers seated around a tea while the TV screens broadcast a football match punctuated by the deafening cries of the commentators.
On the Qasr al-Nil bridge, guarded by four monumental bronze lions, young couples flirt chastely contemplating the dark waters of the river.
Families wander along the newly opened ledge where restaurants and piers follow one another at sea level.
At the foot of the houses, the bawabs, faithful caretakers of the building slumped on chairs or outdated armchairs, taste the nocturnal freshness while chatting among themselves haloed by the sweetish smoke of a hookah.
The sky charged with a gray mist,
mixture of desert dust and pollution, gently lightens to let the moonlight shine.
Even the stray cats, emblematic figures of the Cairo landscape, take advantage of…
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