Tunisia Trip -- Part Nine

The next morning we hit the road, heading west through the fields and mountains of northern Tunisia. Since we were traveling in the early Spring, the fields were lush with green foliage, but that was temporary. Within a matter of weeks they would be brown and sere.





Olive trees everywhere.


And vineyards stretching far into the distance. Those are the northern Atlas mountains in the distance. The way you tell the difference between the northern and southern Atlas ranges is the northern mountains have foliage on them; the southern do not.


Tunisian cowboy.


About an hour out from Tunis we stopped at the "Andalusian" village of Testour. It reflects the architectural styles of southern Spain, presumably because back in the fifteenth century Muslim and Jewish refugees from Spain settled there. It is said to be a place of pilgrimage for North African Jews, who visit the tomb of a prominent local rabbi.

We walked the length of the village along its main street checking out the residents and their way of life.






Stork in the sky.


Stork on a tower.


Ready for slaughter.


Then it was back on the bus and on to our next destination -- Dougga