As we stepped off the train and onto the bustling streets of Alexandria, it was clear that this city had a story to tell. The once-thriving metropolis, now a shadow of its former self, still held a certain allure. We wandered through the narrow alleys, taking in the sights and sounds of a bygone era.
Every corner seemed to hold a secret, from the crumbling Ottoman-era architecture to the vibrant street art that adorned the walls. It was as if the city itself was whispering tales of its past, begging us to listen.
As we left the city behind, we made our way to the coastal town of Marsa Matruh. The drive was long and arduous, but the promise of untouched beaches and pristine waters kept us going.
And then, suddenly, we were there. The turquoise waters lapped gently at the shore, and the warm sand crunched beneath our feet. It was as if we had stumbled upon a hidden paradise, one that few others knew existed.
Port Said, a city often overlooked by tourists, held a special place in my heart. It was here that I discovered the ancient wonders that lay hidden beneath the surface.
From the crumbling ruins of the Pharos Lighthouse to the intricate mosaics of the Church of Saint John, every step revealed a new surprise. It was as if the city itself was sharing its secrets with me.