My first Corvair spotted in Egypt!

1960 Corvair 500?

Almost.  Actually it is the quintessential Egyptian taxi cab, a 60’s Fiat 1500.  I love these cars.  They look just like a squished up 1960 Corvair, right down to the backwards ball-cap extension over the rear windshield.  Truth be told, the template for Emily’s hottest-item Corvair cookies at last years Portland Corvair club Christmas auction were actually modelled on one of these.  Un-photoshopped versions below.

Unrelated update:  my kitchen window looks across a central air-shaft into the kitchen of my neighbors.  There are only two flats to a floor in my building, but I have yet to actually meet these neighbors.  In fact, I have only ever occasionally seen a single older woman through our kitchen windows, which are raised high enough to only reveal a head.  As I understand it, there are varying degrees in which the Muslim women here keep themselves covered from the prying eyes of the male populace.  The most common of which is their hair.  I am in my kitchen quite often, much to the obvious dismay of my neighbor.  On several occasions I have noticed her over there, and I presume she has noticed me as well, because the next time I look she suddenly has a scarf on her head.  I feel bad knowing that she feels she has to go to this trouble within the comforts and otherwise privacy of her home.  But there is nothing I can do about the design of the building.  Perhaps this has never been a problem before since the kitchen is predominantly the domain of the female here.  I am certain a man lives there too, yet for all my time spent in the kitchen I have not once spotted him across the way.  Anyway, I just went in to check on my dinner and saw that curtains have been conspicuously installed.  Okely dokely, neighborino.  Malish.