Cairo: Modernity

I once stayed at a sprawling four star hotel with a large group of Brigham Young University students outside Cairo. We were often possessive of the air conditioning in the hotel lobby and restaurants after hot days. I remember a song playing outside drawing me out of the lobby into the evening air to gaze at the Egyptian stars.
“Don’t Cry for me Argentina.”
Didn't expect to hear it. The song is from an American made movie about Argentina which I first saw in Israel with Hebrew subtitles; reminding me that Cairo isn’t only about pyramids.