ABSTRACT
We were again upon the Nile. Until we reached Batn-el-Bakarah, the cow's belly, where the lower corner of the Delta is, the banks were similar to those with which I was already familiar. The tips of the three pyramids, tinted with rose in the morning and the evening, which offer themselves to the traveller's admiration long before he reaches Cairo, and long again after he has left Boulaq, finally disappeared completely. Thereafter, we were sailing along the eastern branch of the Nile, that is to say, on the real bed of the river, for the Rosetta branch, which is more used by Europeans, is only a wide trench which ends in nothing, somewhere towards the west.
