Off then to Hatshepsut’s temple, thoroughly-restored by the Poles. The image of this temple from its two massive flights of stairs leading up to it will be familiar to many. But it seems the familiarity has bred an acceptance of this temple as a de facto restoration of the original, whereas sooooo much has been restored that its original countenance can really only be guessed at. Early photographs show a literal pile of stone and rubble. When viewing a restored frieze, for example, perhaps 3 blocks out of twenty are original, and the entire staircase stretches are all new, most of the columns are new as well. There is virtually no statuary. My sister Jennifer rightly passes up visiting this location with each sojourn back here.
And then Howard Carter’s house. This was the house built for him during his excavations in the Valley of the Kings in the late teens and early 20s. Its lovely. Cool, with adobe-washed walls and curved doorways, it contains his bedroom, office, guest room and darkroom. The darkroom image below is the all-red one. Why red? I suppose because red lights were used in darkrooms (still can be) with paper-based emulsions. It is a small oasis of green in a sea of tan-coloured sand around it. Remarkable. It was only opened very recently and we feel lucky to have had a chance to see it.
That’s it. It was a little day.