perfect moment number 359

Walking back from Nathaniel's house boat, while I walked the bridge over the Nile that was reflecting all the lights of the Corniche and the green glow of the mosques, I looked up and saw fireworks exploding between the buildings. The explosions were muffled, I think through all the layers of smog and remnants of the sandstorm, so it was just explosions of light.

And that is what Cairo is. Little reminders of beauty and love, especially when you are least expecting it.