One day I found myself bouncing along in a smoke filled dining car on a squealing train straining down a narrow gauge track along the Nile River in Egypt. It came to pass on that day, that I had a chance to taste a couple of local Egyptian wines.
They were from the Nile Delta area where Cleopatra used to sip raucous little red wines made with grapes I c…
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