Right after reblogging that post about medieval high rises in Yemen, I came across this passage from Nasir Khusrow’s account of his journey to Egypt in the eleventh century:
Looking at Old Cairo from a distance, because of the way it is situated, you would think it’s a mountain. There are places where the houses are fourteen stories tall and others seven. I heard from a reliable source that one person has on top of a seven-story house a garden where he raised a calf. He also has a waterwheel up there turned by this ox to lift water from a well down below. He has orange trees and also bananas and other fruit bearing trees, flowers, and herbs planted on the roof.
And here’s Muqaddasi on Cairo, about a century earlier:
Their buildings are of four stories or five, just as are lighthouses; the light enters them from a central area. I have heard it said that about 200 people live in one building.
I shouldn’t be surprised that people in crowded cities built up, but reading this feels jarring in a way that makes me realize how many preconceptions I still have about the Middle Ages, and how much we don’t know (and probably never will) about how people in the past actually lived.









