luxor

Luxor possesses undeniable charm. Here and there among the palace halls and gardens and on facades of nineteenth-century buildings with corbelled balconies there is a glimpse of the past and of a time of British colonials and Egyptian monarchs, of wealthy English, and of beys and pashas. As the sun sets, the Temple of Luxor, close to the large tourist souk, seems to stand apart from the world of the living. Its columns, colossal statues and bays recover their serenity, oblivious to the carriages passing by. On the other side of the Nile, the village of Gurna slumbers peacefully with its back to the mountain under sta
The ancient Egyptians called it simply “Niut”, “the City”. Homer named it the “City of a Hundred Gates”. Vivant Denon, who accompanied Napoleon’s troops, noted, “This city remained such a vast apparition for our imaginations to grasp, that on catching sight of the scattered ruins the Napoleonic army stopped unprompted and broke into spontaneous applause.” rs shining more brightly than ever.