Alexandria as the city whose founder marked out its walls in barley meal, only for the birds to eat the lines — and nothing has gone to plan since: a wonder recycled into a fort, a library with four suspects and no witness, a donkey that stumbled onto the catacombs, and a map named after the men buried beneath it.
The Birds Ate The Plan
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Fast coastal Arab-port folk crossed with early-twentieth-century Egyptian music-hall song at 138 BPM in a minor maqam, driven by deep tabla and doholla percussion with simsimiya lyre, accordion, oud, and qanun, sung by alternating male and female leads answered by a shouting street chorus.