The landing stage and terrace at the Mummification Museum is quiet again after the conference.
A barge carries large rocks, while another is laden with sand.
M/S Monte Carlo was moored facing downstream (which is very unusual) and headed off towards Cairo. It must be on the Long Cruise.
And a lad wades out to Dreamweavers, places his sandals on the boarding plank and goes swimming. Altogether an odd sort of a day. No birds worth writing about.