Toward the end of the time that my wife and I were living in Egypt, there was an attempt to save an Ottoman palace, a small gem of a building, from destruction. Officials of Cairo governorate wanted the site for a bus stop.
It was a beautiful place, with poetry elegantly written on the interior walls in many of the rooms. But, although the Egyptian government has long since recognized the economic (i.e., tourism) value of the country’s pharaonic antiquities, it still hasn’t understood that medieval and early modern Cairo — the Islamic city — is a treasure that could become an analogous financial asset.
I believe that the palace was torn down shortly after we left.
Sometimes it’s just too depressing. One wonders how anything at all survived from antiquity.