The first night we were in Egypt we stayed at the Mena House (the hunting lodge of one of the Egyptian kings) now run by the Oberoi. We had dinner at the outdoor, poolside barbecue place. They brought us hot Egyptian flat bread from the oven and the kebabs were succulent.
But right in front of my eyes, almost close enough to touch I could see it. More than 3000 years old, watching the decline of yet another day, insignificant for them, the great pyramid of Giza.
The light faded gently and I watched as the night absorbed the triangular form into itself. But since I knew where they were, if I stared into the darkness I could just make out a perfect pyramid, where the stars did not shine, where the night was just a shade darker, just a little more intense.
I finished my dinner in the shade of times past and I was humbled.