That night, the light was amazingly golden. We went for a stroll with one of daughter M's Tunisian friends, a former school teacher who was a young boy when the country became independant in 1956. He remembers well the French proprietor who lived in this castle as well as the day people wandalized and burnt it after the French army had left.
There's something really magnetic about this place and I like this picture particuliarly but my other choice was this one. Please have a look, it's worth it. We met this puma sheepdog that same evening.