Looking around, you could easily forget you’re abroad in an Egyptian Mall, apart from the fact that everyone is speaking Arabic. This is not the case in other countries, where English and the West has infiltrated the language, too. For that, I am grateful. What’s nice though, are the palm trees lined in front, and the eight levels of stores – not forgetting the glitzy stores for the Uber-rich on the top floors – each set out so beautifully, they dazzle.