Cairo Washing Line

A hard day's work on this first working day of the week here in Cairo, followed by a walk to meet Dd after school. Popped into a bookshop and was surprised to see the whole stand with books on the revolution had disappeared. I asked where they were and was pointed to a couple of remnant books on the floor level shelf in the far corner. The photos in them were vibrant and energetic when I leafed through them ('I am a revolutionary, therefore I am!' said one), and reminded me of some I had taken a couple of years ago. Nothing of their spirit lingers in the street today. What then the revolution, indeed.