One morning we drove to the famous walled city of Kairouan, among the most holy Arab cities in Tunisia, located about a hundred miles inland, in the center of the country. Entering the city, we came upon a crowd gathering at the tourist information center.
An official personally welcomed us to the annual Kairouan Carpet Festival, and exclaimed how nice it was to have Europeans come to their celebration. He produced an envelope from his suit-coat pocket and presented it to my wife with a conspiratorial smile.
Inside the walled courtyard we discovered a party atmosphere. Musicians on flutes, tambourines and an assortment of unfamiliar stringed instruments played traditional Arabian music while brightly dressed veiled women danced in whirling circles. Camel handlers displayed tall beasts decked out in an array of colorful blankets and jingling bells. And everywhere there were huge, handwoven rugs displaying the intricate Berber designs for which Kairouan is famous; the city is home to hundreds of shops selling these beauties.
A drawing was underway for lucky winners to take home several of the rugs. We watched as half a dozen German tourists claimed their prizes, some struggling to carry huge rugs back to their bus. When the final prize was announced, the man with the microphone called out “Number 10!” My wife held the winning ticket, the lucky number 10. She accepted the gift, an intricately woven wool rug of blue, red and black squares.
After a few smiles and words for local TV cameras, we were on our way to explore “the city of 50 mosques,” the spiritual home of all Tunisians. Throughout the city, delicately carved brownstone columns and arches, and intricate wooden doors can be seen at every turn. The quiet dignity of the city’s Great Mosque embodies the 13 centuries of culture that cloak this impressive, isolated city.
The need to look back at history always tugs at me, and walking through the Carthage ruins, 11 miles (18 km) east of Tunis, was on my list of “must see” places in Tunisia. I wanted to stroll the hillsides where Hannibal stood, staring north across the Mediterranean before he fell just short of conquering Rome at the height of his power, 2,200 years ago.
The modern hillside city of Carthage, built on layer after layer of antiquity, overlooks an immaculate blue port. Scattered throughout the residential streets are partially excavated ancient villas and immense Roman baths where the rich and powerful once gathered to decide the fate of nations, their gigantic marble columns thrusting upward across the street from modest Tunisian homes.
We made our way up to the highest point in the city, where the National Museum of Carthage rests atop Byrsa Hill. Here, I roamed among hundreds of Carthaginian and Roman artifacts, ranging from massive marble sarcophagi to everyday household items. Outside, there was a panoramic view of the Mediterranean in one direction and distant inland mountains in the other.
I tried to imagine the Romans arriving in a massive armada of slave-rowed galley ships, storming those beaches in 146 B.C. to burn and destroy the city of their enemies. A hundred years later the Romans would return to rebuild in their own style, leveling Carthage and constructing a magnificent new metropolis on top of the ashes.
Tunisia is filled with such history. At Dougga, in the hills three hours southwest of Tunis, are grandiose Roman temples and theaters, a forum and refurbished ancient marketplaces. Three hours south by toll road, the majestic, immense Sahara Desert reaches a finger into the southern parts of Tunisia. Incredible mountains of sand roll across this region, respecting no form of civilization.
Simple restaurants with filling, inexpensive dishes are easy to find, especially close to the major Tunisian attractions. Kabob (brochette) meals frequently dominate the menu, with choices of beef, chicken, mutton and sometimes seafood. A hearty standard consists of a spicy vegetable soup accompanied by grilled meat (lamb, spicy sausage or chicken) served on a bed of semolina pasta.
After a few days we realized there was far too much to see in Tunisia on our short visit, but a week’s tour would give a good feel for this country of camels and couscous with its laid-back style of Mediterranean living.
If You Go
Tunisian National Tourist Office
The country experiences almost no social or political unrest, with a stable government for the past 50 years. Visitors are well treated, because the tourism industry is valued for the thousands of jobs it provides, along with the Euros pumped into a struggling economy.