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ristmas trees； in front and in the lobbies； nicely decorated ones； too。 Everyone wishes us Merry Christmas。 Ramadan is almost over； nobody seems quite sure whether it's tomorrow or the next day。 Lesser Eid； a three…day celebration； starts the following day。 Happy Ramadan is Ramadan karim。 Xmas dinner at Chicago House。
Dec。 26。 I leave for Cairo this p。m。 on the third of eight flights I will be taking this trip。 The Expedition arrives tomorrow； and I want to be there to greet them。 I'm sitting on my balcony； eating breakfast。 What a way to live。 The western cliffs form what appears to be a single massif directly across from Luxor。 Paler paths winding up and across the face； clefts like parallel vertical strokes of a gray pencil。 （Will I ever be able to describe it accurately？）
What must the Winter Palace have been like in Amelia's day？ No taxis； no paved road； but still directly below the terrace paved with ornamental tiles； to the right； the balcony of the Khedival suite； beyond it； the pillars of Luxor Temple and the minaret of the mosque。 The British flag would have been flying instead of the red； white； and black of Egypt。 Tour boats certainly； though perhaps not as many； and the office of Thomas Cook at the end of the curved arcade on the first level； where it has been for over a century。
The newspaper that is delivered most mornings is The Egyptian Gazette … gives me a kick to be reading the same paper the Emersons read back in 1914。 Admittedly the service is erratic； energetic attendants keep taking things like glasses and laundry lists away； and never bring them back。 （In fact most people don't stay longer than a few days； my two…week stays throw everybody off base。 They look astonished every morning to see me still there。）
The plane left an hour and a half late。
Cairo。 Arrived at the Mena House Hotel （where Amelia and Emerson and Ramses dined with Howard Carter before the Master Criminal stole Ramses from off the top of the Great Pyramid） at about eight （Giza is a long way from Heliopolis） to find I had been upgraded to the Churchill suite。 This place must be seen to be believed。 Takes five minutes to walk from the living room to the bedroom； through dining and dressing rooms。 The terrace is about the size of my whole downstairs at home； with the Great Pyramid looming。 Bougainvillea in pots； including the white one I so admire。 Over the living room couch is a huge circular mirror； the head of the bed is an equally immense gilded sunburst that reaches to the ceiling。 Anything made of wood is carved； lamps are antique pierced brass； antique oriental rugs are laid over wall…to…wall carpeting。 Bowls of red roses and baby's breath in every room； plus huge arrangements of glads； etc； two plates of sweeties and fancy chocs； fruit bowl。 The fittings in the bathrooms （one is really only a powder room） are gilded； swans and stuff。 Marble floor and surrounds。 I seem to have a personal butler； or so his card describes him。 It's pretty heady stuff for a girl who grew up in a small town in the Midwest。
Dec。 27。 It was very foggy this a。m。 Strange how guilty one feels about loafing。 I swore I'd take it easy today but it has been something of an effort to stretch out on a lounge chair on the terrace and just lie there。 （I think I'm getting the hang of it； though。） I can see the Great Pyramid from where I recline。 Twelve noon and it is still foggy； the Great Pyramid remains a featureless silhouette； gray blue against a pale sky。 A row of tour busses at its base。 There is a yellow canopy over me and birds are flitting in and out。 Every room on this side has a balcony； dark carved wood and pleasantly asymmetrical。 This is the 〃Palace；〃 the old part； which must look from the outside much as it did in A's day。
Dec。 28。 The Expedition arrived last evening； but I didn't get a chance to greet them since they didn't e into the lobby of the Palace and I was； er 。 。 。 in the bar with several friends who had dropped by。 This a。m。 they went to Giza。 Reclining on my elegant terrace； I watched the buses roll up the hill； starting before eight。 Dozens of them。 It was understood that I wouldn't acpany the group on all their trips； by the time I leave Egypt I will have been away for a solid month； and I am forcing myself to take it slow。 I am now sitting on a balustrade outside the hotel waiting for my friends Salima and Nick。
Later。 A super day。 We went to Kerdasa； a suburb a few miles north； noted for its fine weavers。 Many shops have been replaced by more modern establishments selling galabeeyahs and the inevitable t…shirts； but we found one place （after making a few minor purchases elsewhere） that was great。 The owner had the jolliest laugh。 Listening to Salima and the owner bargain in Arabic was wonderful； at one point she lowered her hand； indicating that the price was too high； whereupon the man instantly squatted。 So did Salima。 Big whoops of laughter from everybody。
He had nice woven stuff； beautiful rugs and some sensationally gaudy gowns and capes。 Lots of gold。 I like lots of gold。 Bought two genuine black dresses like the ones I had seen proper Egyptian ladies wearing … was told later that they are Nubian； but I saw them in Luxor and elsewhere。 They have long sleeves and a yoke； embroidered or trimmed； from which the gown hangs； with a flounce at the bottom。 Both fit perfectly； since I am the same shape as many Egyptian ladies … round and short。 The dresses are old； charming； and probably very dirty。
When the bargaining was pleted the jolly chap wound round me a lovely woven scarf I had rejected … a present。 （This is often done。） I thought the overall price was dirt cheap； but I suppose it represented a good day's take。 Foreign tourists don't e here often。 They were intrigued by my interest in the genooine dresses。 One middle…aged lady in a similar frock and a close…fitting black headcloth （I haven't seen a face veil since I got here； but all except 〃mod〃 city ladies wear the headcloth） darted out and came back with another … maybe she took it out of her closet； or her mother's。
Then on to Abu Roash； for a day that bined frivolity （shopping） and Egyptology in exactly the right balance。 The site is about five miles north of Giza； the northernmost of the pyramid sites。 We bounced off into the desert； along bumpy tracks； back and forth and around and around。 If I were only sixty again we could have taken a shorter route； climbing up the escarpment； but my dear buddies didn't want to send me home in a cast or with terminal shortness of breath； so we finally found ourselves on top； right at the base of the pyramid。 I had never been here before。 The archaeologists （French…Swiss） weren't working； so we had the place to ourselves。 The pyramid； of which most is gone； belonged to Djedefre； Khufu's son and successor。 Why he moved here nobody knows； theories of dynastic infighting and religious differences are only speculation。 Maybe he just liked the view。 Or didn't want to put his little bitty pyramid next to dad's great monument。 It's very high up and a long way from the river。 The causeway； whose line can be seen； but of which nothing remains； must have been v