Maggie's Farm

Less than an hour outside Tunis is Sidi Bou Said, the blue and white waterfront town made famous by artists and writers. By remarkable coincidence, our Dylanologist had just been reading a piece on organic urban development in Sidi Bou Said: Decoding Sidi Bou Said at Emergent Urbanism.

It's the city of the Jasmine flower. I only took a few snaps, but there are more here. I was too busy bargaining with the Tunisians. In North Africa, nothing has an assigned price. It's all negotiation, and in the souks of Tunis it can get a bit overly-aggressive - almost physical. No, it does get a bit physical at times when they grab your arm to pull you into their shop, or try to block your escape. I did accuse Mrs. BD of possessing Berber blood because she is so good at the game, but I did need to assert a masculine presence one time when the guy didn't want to give her her change for her twenty.

The temperature was 110 F. I sweated until my body ran out of sweat.

Women were advised to wear modest clothing when visiting Tunisia, but the sexy outfits of these local young local women surprised me. However, about half of the women there wore scarves or burkhas.