From my earliest days, “France” has meant “Paris.” I blame Richard Scarry. Remember his books when we were kids? Busy colorful pages of rabbits, elephants, cats and bears doing all the things we do, going all the places we go, teaching words in...
This post picks up where the last one left off – in the mountains just before the desert, in Matmata. We’d had a great recommendation of a little place to stay, consisting of actual troglodyte caves, lovingly maintained as you can see below: I found an...
Maybe if you lived in the heat of central-south Tunisia, a cave would appeal. Here you will find what they call les maisons troglodytes – troglodyte caves. Leaving Djerba, we were on dull flatland for a fair stretch but we saw pale red mountains looming, dotted...
It is not so easy to get to Djerba! I mean, you can fly if you want… but that would be too simple. Imagine a camel caravan, or for that matter even crazy long day in a rental car, not finding a gas station for a frighteningly long time, then crossing a ferry...
Ali and I next traveled to the eastern coast of Tunisia and stayed a night in Monastir. Without knowing what I was getting, I booked an old school all-inclusive resort for the night. And by “old school” I mean a buffet full of somewhat older people wearing...
This trip gave me the opportunity to see Dougga, and for alllll of Dougga to see me! What is this Dougga, you ask? It is only “the best preserved Roman small town in North Africa,” according to Wikipedia and everyone we spoke with. It was founded in the...
