Groing up in Tunisia , you learn to sip through the crowded downtown, you learn to stumble upon its multiple uneven pavements, but you cannot but blend in with the noise, the people the chaos.. Each old rusty door or some old balcony peaking out in a little corner of a deserted street tells its own story.. spreads a unique kind of magic. How many people have trodden against these walls, how many generations gazed into the light at the end of the street and wandered about life and its meaning..fleeting moments.. stories yet to be discovered.
La Marsa is a northern city which mixes modern and traditional style.. perhaps I first fell under the charm of the iconic majestic white building venturing out to the sea or with the long walkways across the exquisite view of the infinite sea, yet maybe I was first striked by the overall mood of the town.. vibrating yet peaceful and welcoming at the same time.. When words fail me I take pictures , these are some of them ;)
See you soon with another adventure ..as I wander
