An odd way to treat a friend.
January 18th 2007 I’ve spent about two hours walking through the Tunis medina - the white-washed walls, the blue-paneled doors, the men listlessly selling stuffed camels - and most of my time sitting in the cafés of the Ville Nouvelle. It’s about the only thing I have in common with the men of Tunisia. Along Ave. Habib Bourguiba - named for the former president and national hero who was unceremoniously nudg
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