When we got out of the car at the Sphynx a group of girls started squealing and running towards me. There was much jostling and giggling, as they almost fought each other to touch me, kiss my cheek and offer theirs, in return.
"What did I do?" I asked Mohammed.
"They think it good luck to be kissed by someone blonde, or someone old," he told me. "They very rare poeple here!"
A bit like chimney sweeps then!
Lucky you're blond then ...