Cairo was not one of my favorite places. I can’t even pretend that it was. I found the place chaotic and fascinating, but when I was there for a week, I failed to develop any irrational passion for the city. Luxor and Paris and Turin and Mexico City and Los Angeles, well, those were all different. I immediately loved them, oftentimes for no reason, often for the way they made me feel. Cairo made me feel vulnerable and foolish at first. I didn’t understand the city, and I can’t claim that I do now.
LOVE: “Dracula Dead and Loving It”: Many, many, many years ago, after an afternoon at Egyptian Treasures, an unlikely shop that used to be in the middle of Des Moines which specialized […]
In this world, there are many places that I adore and love with an irrational passion. I could walk through San Francisco until my feet fell off. I could relax […]
LOVE: SOUP: If I had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of my life, I’m almost sure that I would pick soup. In fact, I’m seriously considering […]