“With its promise of undiscovered treasures,
the souk has gifted me with some of my fondest memories and greatest inspiration. Every Friday was spent at the souk, sipping mint tea engulfed by the sweet and woody scent of burning incense and caressed by the hot air of the midday sun. From their large dusty damhouria bags (calico cloth), the regal and wise merchants inhabiting the souk would humbly bring out a melange of beautiful treasures from the past. Old bedouin silver jewels, nomadic amber, Venetian trading beads, antique swords belonging to the Mahdia period, old Persian carpets and more were amongst some of the things in this precious mix. Each accompanied by many a tale.
