My poor husband. Every Monday I am here in Basyoun finds him waking up to a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed wife anxious to hit the dusty streets of the local marketplace and put his hard-earned bargaining skills to the test. Even when we buy nothing, I still get a thrill from weaving our way through the stalls, dodging donkey carts and fellow shoppers, while eyeing all of the brightly colored wares. To him, this is simply "home" but to me, the weekly Basyoun market is still exotic Egypt.
That's Reda in the lower left finding us a path through the throng.
Cars, animals and people all share the right-of-way here in Egypt. The rule seems to be "whoever gets there first."
People come to the market in Basyoun from all over: by bus, by truck, by cart, by foot, even by camel.
The streets are always crowded but that's part of what makes the market experience so much fun.
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