I cannot tell you what it is like to awake to the sound of the morning call to prayer from the hundreds of mosques within earshot of my hotel-room window. I cannot express to you how that sound is stuck in my memory in a place just as deep as anything I’ve seen in my travels.
There is something extraordinary about it. I heard it first in Cairo and it has never left me.
But… while I stand there at the window, I will take a quick snapshot. These photos are my memory…
…but there’s just sometimes even a photograph that encapsulates an extraordinary wide angle of view fails to really capture the moment.
PS: There are a few extra photos from May 28 on Flickr here if you’re interested.
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