A little joke my parents will get right away. I lived in New Jersey for one year and had a miserable time there. When I moved back to Atlanta, I began to see New Jersey license plates everywhere I went. Cairo it seems, is no exception.

When we arrived at the Iftar this table was loaded with food. Somehow they managed to stack even more food on it after this picture was taken.

This is a picture from the balcony where we participated in the Iftar.

Teri and Sarah just waiting for the sunset so they could dig in.

There was a flurry of excitement in the kitchen as the last few plates of food were prepared.

Jay and Teri

Yaya's son and grandson

Yaya's wife and granddaughter.

Yaya, the family patriarch oversaw the Iftar.

Dick, Lynn (our oncoming site coordinator), and Yaya's wife.

Yaya's granddaughter, Jay and Teri listening to the conversation.

Lynn holding Yaya's grandson

Yaya's wife, son, daughter-in-law, and Yaya himself.

Me holding Yaya's grandson

Teri... ditto.

This colorful Ramadan lantern hung over the street outside the apartment where our Iftar was held.

Yaya's granddaughter.

Martha Roy, a 92 year-old musicologist who was born in Tanta, Egypt and lived most of her life in Egypt. She now lives in a hospital run by the Synod of the Nile but still plays the organ on Sunday morning.

I recently started to walk home in the afternoons and found that I could get much better photographs compared to the ones I used to take from a bus or taxi. The is a picture of a large Mosque close to where I live.

A statue of Ramses sits in the median of Ramses street. They removed the original several years ago because the pollution was damaging it. It was replaced with this replica.

I picked up a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice from the juice bar across the street from where I live. I took this photo of Ramses College for Girls through the bags of fruit that hung at the entrance.

The courtyard of RCG.

Graffiti on a building of RCG.

Dawson hall, where I live. My apartment windows are on the opposite side of the building.

The plaque out front.

The open-air elevator shaft in Dawson Hall. You can see the bottom of the wooden elevator car high overhead.

The elevator looks like it's 100 years old, but it is sturdy and operates very well.

Do you recognize this can? Look below to find out what it is.

Ta-da!

Surely you will recognize this logo even in Arabic!

That's right... it's Pepsi! (or Bebsi as the Egyptians call it)

I went into Teri's apartment one morning to find that we were dressed nearly identically.

Jay drinks away on his beer at Teri's birthday dinner.

Jen bought this Islamic-style blouse at the Khan.

Carole eating her "Jackson Ville Salad." I had the same thing and it wasn't quite what I expected from a Mexican restaurant.

Me and Teri.

The waiter brought out the traditional birthday sombrero. No singing though.

Jay... what else can I say.

We went to "Tentmaker's Alley" where lots of handmade clothing and tapestries are made. Here is a tradesman showing off his wares.

His store was loaded with many beautiful, ornate, large blankets.

Tentmaker's Alley.

Carole told us that in 1992 there was an earthquake in Cairo that nearly leveled some of Tentmaker's Alley. To this day there are beams holding buildings apart to keep them from collapsing. Yikes! I opted not to walk in this part.

Here is a collage of photos that shows two large minarets near Tentmaker's Alley.

On our taxi ride home from the Khan I snapped this photo. You can see our taxi driver, (who was on his cell phone) me, and Carole in the panoramic rearview mirror.