Saqarah

Stories in Saqarah

literature, history, archeology

Tuesday morning. Walk by the lake with our guns our shoulder.

by Gustave Flaubert

Saqarah — Tuesday morning. Walk by the lake with our guns on our shoulder. Arrival of Neuville, escorted by a number of gentlemen - pipe and coffee - killing of doves at the edge of a hole where a colossus lies...

Monday. We ride along the desert

by Gustave Flaubert

Saqarah — Monday. We ride along the desert, which subsides and falls over the valley - sun, fresh air - the pyramids of Sakkara are much smaller, and more ruined than the pyramids of Giza. In Sakkara we lost ou...

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