I was drawn to the outskirts of Cairo by the colossal complex in the desert – a towering site that arose over decades, built at unimaginable expense, with precisely cut stones sourced from local quarries; a set of buildings whose construction, plagued by extraordinary challenges, spanned the reigns of several rulers; a collective cultural testament, the largest of its kind, teeming with royal history.
No, I’m not referring to Giza’s famous pyramids. I came to see the Grand Egyptian Museum.
