You arrive at a glass-and-stone atrium that frames the Giza Plateau, the air carrying dust and the faint, distant silhouette of the pyramids. Inside the Grand Egyptian Museum the light falls across bronze, gold and limestone; colossal statues hold court while climate-controlled halls keep millennia intact. Later, the narrow alleys of Khan El Khalili open like a different world — spices breathe warmth into the air, shopkeepers call out, and the clack of bargaining punctuates the rhythm as you sip mint tea in a tiny café that’s been serving poets for generations.