First Night in Luxor

By the time the Ashwan-Luxor train spit me out, the sky was a breath away from dusk. By the time I made it from the station to the promenade along the Nile, the lights were shining off the water and the warmth of the day was seeping away.

Jerusalem, First Impressions

It’s evening and I am sitting in a ground floor apartment listening to the muezzin singing the evening call to pray over the loud speaker. I am so thankful that he has a most splendid voice.