Saharan tourism: Between Desert and palm

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.