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To the desert, southern Tunisia coats of ocher earth and golden sands.
To the desert, southern Tunisia coats of ocher earth and golden sands
which flow fortified villages clinging to the mountain, beautiful in
their bygone splendor.
Beyond the desolate vastness of Chott el Jerid, the Sahara became king,
leaving occasionally squirt life in some particularly welcoming oasis.
A sea of orange-pink dune short of sight to the horizon where the sun
slowly sinks a huge glowing. There, in the rippling sand waves shadows
growing, almost in silhouette, the silhouette of a camel caravan betrays
the very presence of life in this mineral world. Motionless, as if
frozen in anticipation of dusk, the desert seems to be slowly sucked
into the sky. In the sweetness of late afternoon, the scent of flowers
in the oasis of Ksar Ghilane finally dares to fly in the air suddenly
lighter, without fear of being smothered in flight by the oppressive
heat of the day. Respectful of the moment, men, silent and
contemplative, seem to pay homage to the sun disappears. Almost moved to
the purity of the spectacle before them.
