On the last day of our trip, we were once more pounding the streets right up until dusk. Pausing for a rest, we stepped inside an old juice bar for a burst of fresh vitamin C. All over Cairo, these are almost holes in the wall with one man ready to squeeze seasonal fruit usually using an old-fashioned brass press.
In January, oranges were at their best, proudly hanging in clumps from the ceiling. Of course we had to remember to ask for no sugar to be added, or we wouldn't have tasted the juice at all. We stood at the bar until our glasses were empty (no take-away cups to be seen) then continued on our walk.
