One of the stops in Luxor was an ancient worker village. The people who constructed the tombs of the kings were never allowed to mingle in society again for fear that they would divulge the secret location of the tombs. They made villages nearby the kings resting places with winding streets and connected domiciles. The workers were buried in those villages, usually in unadorned holes in the mountain or pits in the desert sand, as was common among poor Egyptians. The villagers at Deir El Medineh, though, decided that their burial places were just as worthy of beautiful adornment as the kings were.
Under the cover of night, the people painted the graves of the dead, making offering scenes that rivaled those of the kings. They didn’t carve their figures into stone as they did with the kings – probably because they did have access to the tools. But their tombs were more vibrant than the kings after so many years, with mustards and red jumping out at you from the walls the moment you step foot in the chamber.