My daily walk home

We take a back street, walking from our local metro station to our flat.  A quiet street that parallels the VERY busy Sharia Tahrir.

Justin and I were coming home one Friday afernoon, walking our regular walk from the metro station to our apartment.  There was a man leading a donkey cart coming towards us.  I’m reminded of how linked Cairo-city is with the rural areas when I hear hooves clip-cloppin down the street outside our bedroom window, hooves threading through car-traffic and meandering between middle-class apartment buildings.   The fruit and vegetable (and meat and bread and anything else you could want) street I have mentioned a few times, a few blocks away, is filled with donkey and horse drawn carts that have come in from the countryside or up from Giza.  I think Cairo is just…connected.  People are connected, although admittedly that connection at times seems purely nosy to my American sensibilities.

Anyways, here’s a poor quality (discreetly taken) picture of a man leading a donkey cart down the street I walk nearly every day on my way home. The man to his left, walking in the opposite direction, is holding prayer beads and is most likely headed to the mosque a block away from our house for the Jomaa, Friday noon, Prayer.