Cairo, one of the world’s oldest cities, teems. Traffic, of cars, people, never ceases. Soldiers stand guard in Tahrir Square – actually a set of roundabouts that are a vital connection point to nearly all parts of the city – to keep protestors from gathering. In this last week of Ramadan, the market behind the Al Azhar mosque was full of people buying Eid clothing and gifts. That bustle contrasts sharply to the Pyramids in Giza, where tourists were few and far between. “We are hungry,” said a camel driver who, rather unpleasantly, insisted on double the fare we had previously agreed to. My taxi drivers were all hopeful that Cairo in the post-Mubarak era will be better, but clearly they are hurting, too.
Post-revolutionary, transitionary Cairo felt safe. I could linger around the mummy cases in the Egyptian museum without hinder; a table at Abou El Sid available just on walk in. It’s an interesting time to see Cairo and they need you.