In the morning we sat on the roof.
There were fluffy white clouds against the blue sky.
These roses that I got at the mellah market on Wednesday are a very red red - not that sort of blood-red that is meant to mean romance. Just bright.
I have become lazy and make my still lives in photos.
In the afternoon I walked to a friends' house for tea.
On the way I stopped at the Al Kawtar workshop to buy them a little present. It was wrapped in tissue paper and put in a gossamer bag.
There I found this very quiet door.
Walking home about six, the light was falling slantwise through the roofs of the souks.
Lots of patterns everywhere.
In derb djedid they have painted the hanut. It used to have "Bis 33" written over the door.
This is our corner shop which sells, tuna fish, candles, soap, water, CocaCola, bread, milk etc. It is about 15 feet from our front door. It is a very small shop indeed.
Now I know why such places are often known in America as 'convenience' stores.
Look how shiny the black shutter is. The owners are charming and laugh when I practice my hopeless Arabic.