Angels Over Alexandria

 by Veronica Morriss

A Tomb Fit for a Queen © 2009 Veronica Morriss

It was a blustery day in Alexandria (El Eskanderia) and the sea was full of chop. The northerly, known by the ancients as the Etesian wind, was blowing strong.  During the summer months this wind would pick up strength and provide favorable conditions for ancient mariners sailing to Egypt from Greece and the Aegean.  Just as in antiquity, the streets of Alexandria are still aligned to catch the northerly gusts that blow off the Mediterranean.  I inhaled deeply.  The air was fresh but slightly fishy.  I was chilled by the ocean air, but the sun was warm on my bare arms.  The taxi dropped me off on the corner of the Greek cemetery which spanned several blocks.  The burial grounds were surrounded by a 10-foot tall white stucco wall that was peeling in spots.  Most people don’t know what lies behind these walls.  There are no signs to indicate the secrets that lie within.

Outside the Greek Cemetery © 2008 E. Boulasiki

Greeks have been living in Egypt for over two millennia.  They arrived as early as the 7th century BC as traders and merchants and later settled in pockets of the Nile Delta.  After the triumph of Alexander (Eskander) the Great, Greeks streamed into Egypt, establishing communities in the Upper and Lower regions of the country.  They were skillful seamen and clever merchants and they brought with them insider knowledge of Greek ship construction and navigation.  After the apostle Saint Mark established the Coptic Orthodox Church in the 1st century CE, Christianity was adopted by the local Egyptian and Greek populations living in Egypt.  When the Arabs arrived in the 7th century CE, with no real navigation experience, they enlisted the help of the Greek Copts to build and man their impressive fleets that patrolled the Mediterranean and Red Seas.

Saint Mark the Apostle © F. Mikhail

Alexandria continued to be the home of a large Greek population up until the Nasser era (1950-70), when many were forced to leave.  Remnants of the Greek presence, however, can still be felt today, and the city exudes a Mediterranean air that recalls its former cosmopolitan history. The multitude of cemeteries in the district of Chatby alone, testify to Alexandria’s multiethnic population.  Today many of these relics are left unnoticed.

I had been to this Greek cemetery twice previously. It is perhaps my favorite place in all of Egypt. I peered through the wrought iron gate that guarded the entrance.  Two German Shepherds who were napping in the shade under a plumeria tree awoke and barked at me incessantly.  This alerted the Egyptian guard who came over to greet me.  He was also catching a wink before I arrived.  As soon as he opened the heavy gate the dogs quieted.  They reminded me of the Egyptian god, Anubis, who watched over the dead. I smiled.  I was the only visitor here and the cemetery was as beautiful as I remembered.  The plumeria trees were in bloom and the palms rustled gently in the protected confines of the burial grounds.  Japanese Shower Trees rained a cascade of red flowers over the walkways.  Bright green bushes, some with white flowers, decorated the grounds.  A single limestone pathway traversed the cemetery, while pebbled paths veered off in all directions around the humble and elaborately decorated tombs.  Though the cemetery is located right in the middle of the city, the plastered walls surrounding the complex keep much of the noise at bay.  I relished the silence of the graveyard and wandered down the narrow paths beside the crypts.

Shower Trees © 2009 Veronica Morriss

Sculptures decorate many of the tombs. Children rest calmly under the watchful eye of towering angels that seem to alight over the cemetery. Their pale marble skin stands out in stark contrast to the bright blue sky.  Other angels perched solemnly on graves. (See them here)

Angel of Alex © 2009 Veronica Morriss

Solitude © 2009 Veronica Morriss

An hour had passed wandering among the silent graves and pondering the lives of those who now inhabit them.

A lonely white marble mausoleum sits in the back of the cemetery.  A set of marble stairs leads to a pair of intricately designed iron doors that are now kept locked because the vault and its contents have been appraised at a value considered ‘priceless’ on today’s market. I ask the local guard to unlock the doors for me.

The Mausoleum © 2009 Veronica Morriss

When he opened them, a life-sized angel advanced from the darkness.  The sight is breathtaking.  With the doors wide open, light cascades through the stone interior.  The angel lurches forward with one foot in stride. Her hand is raised to her mouth in a gesture of silence that sends chills up your spine.  You can almost hear her whisper.

The Guardian © 2009 Veronica Morriss

The folds of drapery that adorn her body, though carved in stone, fall so elegantly over the steps they look real.  Taken aback by the angel’s beauty it is easy to miss the woman lying behind her whom she guards with an outstretched arm.  Frozen in an eternal doze, a sleeping beauty is carved atop a marble sarcophagus.  The artisanship is remarkable. The creases of the sheets and the fine details of lacework on the pillow is inspiring.

The Sleeping Beauty © 2009 Veronica Morriss

An oil painting of the woman in a timeless slumber stands in the corner and adds color to the room.  Alas, it was time to leave. I placed a plumeria at her feet and took one last glance at the angel.

Mistress of the Tomb © 2009 Veronica Morriss

Angel of Silence © 2009 Veronica Morriss

On my way out I stopped at a modest white marble grave adorned with a single cross and a matching marble vase that was empty.  It read in Greek: Constantine Cavafy April 29, 1863- April 29, 1933.  Cavafy, an acclaimed poet, was a Greek Alexandrian. My favorite of his poems was inspired by the Odyssey.  Ithaca, as it is called, is an ode about the journey of life. It calls to mind distant lands and the lure of travel.  It was humbling to stand beside the bones of one of the world’s finest poets.


When you set sail for Ithaca,

wish for the road to be long,

full of adventures, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclopes,

an angry Poseidon — do not fear.

You will never find such on your path,

if your thoughts remain lofty, and your spirit

and body are touched by a fine emotion.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclopes,

a savage Poseidon you will not encounter,

if you do not carry them within your spirit,

if your spirit does not place them before you.

Wish for the road to be long.

Many the summer mornings to be when

with what pleasure, what joy

you will enter ports seen for the first time.

Stop at Phoenician markets,

and purchase the fine goods,

nacre and coral, amber and ebony,

and exquisite perfumes of all sorts,

the most delicate fragances you can find.

To many Egyptian cities you must go,

to learn and learn from the cultivated.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your final destination.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better for it to last many years,

and when old to rest in the island,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaca to offer you wealth.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful journey.

Without her you would not have set out on the road.

Nothing more does she have to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become, with so much experience,

you must already have understood what Ithaca means.


SOURCE:  Diving Archaelogy