In fact, I think there are some local folks from this side of the Nile who don't cross on a regular basis. However, we have noticed many people walk from the West Side Bus Station to the ferry and that many seem to be commuters. We went over again this morning for the fun of it.
The weather is great in the morning as the temperature warms up from the overnight lows toward the afternoon high. I can see why Ra was worshiped here. First, after getting off the public ferry, we needed to walk around the Luxor Temple to get to the post office.
It was just yesterday when we went in search of postcards, but they have become a rare item, indeed. Perhaps video killed the radio star, but the Internet has killed far more. A few places had fading copies but we stopped to inspect none closely.
Almost upon our return, we saw a boy with accordion sets pestering a busload of Chinese tourists as the got off the bus to take a pre-arranged motorboat across the river. We bought a set and cut them up. These picture postcards were ready for mailing today. We'll see how fast Egypt Post is. (Last year, my dad got my Christmas card from Mexico in February!)
We continued onward to the market which is behind the train station. We picked up a few vegetables and won't need to go out to the rural market as we did last Tuesday.
Life unfolds at a slow and peaceful pace. I try to read a few chapters in the late afternoon sun of the garden.
