A strange dwelling, to be sure, for the Goddess of Love and Joy.

It seems more fit to be the home of the Prince of Darkness and of Death.

A severe doorway, built of gigantic stones and surmounted by a winged disc, opens on to an asylum of religious mystery, on to depths where massive columns disappear in the darkness of deep night.
Immediately on entering there is a coolness and a resonance as of a sepulchre.

First, the pronaos, where we still see clearly, between pillars carved with hieroglyphs.

Were it not for the large human faces which serve for the capitals of the columns, and are the image of the lovely Hathor, the goddess of the place, this temple of the decadent epoch would scarcely differ from those built in this country two thousand years before.