Nazlet el-semman

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history, literature

Sunday. Cold morning, spent working on photography. I pose at the top of the pyramid just south-east of the big pyramid.

by Gustave Flaubert

Nazlet el-semman — (…) Small caves at the bottom of the pyramids hill. They look like old cave dwellings. The rock is so shredded it looks like an animal, like shapeless vertebraes. The sand is covered and filled with...

literature, history

First up at 5 a.m., I wash in front of the tent, in the canvas bucket.

by Gustave Flaubert

Nazlet el-semman — We hear a few jackals crying. Climb of the biggest pyramid (Kheops). The stone, which from a distance of 200 steps seem big as cobble stones, are nonetheless, for the smallest of them, three feet high...

history, literature

Friday Dec. 7th, left Cairo at midday for the pyramids.

by Gustave Flaubert

Nazlet el-semman — Maxime is on a white horse, who shakes its head up and down, Sassetti on a small white horse, myself on a bay horse, Joseph on a donkey. We pass along the gardens of Soliman Pasha. Roda island. We cro...

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