Traffic swarms through the streets, and bread-sellers criss-cross the road on their bicycles, trays balanced on their heads. Hawkers call out, showing off their wares. But the chaos is tempered with kindness. People greet each other respectfully, and traders cheerfully call out their wares.
In Cairo, like the rest of the Muslim society, Sunday is the first day of the week. The weekend is Friday and Saturday.
As the calls to prayer ring out, lose yourself in the Aladdin’s cave of the Khan El-Khalili souk, the local marketplace. Here the yawning domes above reflect the eerie light of the lamps for sale. Beyond the sand-coloured blocks of the centre, ornate domes and minarets of the Islamic district rise up. Venture to the Nile, ever-present and majestic, and enjoy a break from the stifling heat of the city. Journey south on a white-sailed felucca, a traditional wooden sailing boat, and soon the Pyramids of Giza appear through the haze. The spirit of Ancient Egypt is alive in this desert kingdom.