It looks like a fortress on the outside and on the inside it looks like this
Narrow alleyways. People actually live inside it. You know what else lives inside of it? Approximately a gajillion cats. I've never seen more stray cats before in my life. Tunis is also like this but Bizerte seems to be the Headquarters for Feral Cats. I saw a really adorable kitten but I had the good sense to not pick it up because you know that if given the chance it would eat my face.
But this kid was a lot friendlier.
As we passed by he said, "Bonjour!" in the cutest little voice. I pointed to my camera and asked if I could take his picture and he just smiled like he does this every day. I pray he's not eaten by cats.
Here are some boats
But more importantly here are some guys in man-pris. The man-pri is alive and well in Tunisia. I think it's actually the offical uniform of all men ages 15 to 40. You can't throw a feral cat 10 feet without hitting a guy showing off his ankles.
You will occasionally see men in the Man MuuMuu.
You can't tell from this picture but the guy is wearing one. He is also wearing pointy-toed slippers. And smoking a hookah.
Whenever I would imagine Arab markets I would picture mounds of spices.
Immediately after taking that picture this man started talking to us.
We had no idea what he was saying but he gestured for us to follow him into his spice booth and he showed us a picture of him back in 1957 and he said something about Frances, or France, or Lilian. And there was certainly a Fatima in there. But isn't there always? And he kept making the number 8. It made no sense at all. But he was adorable. And slightly crazy. And he let me take his picture but wouldn't stop talking long enough to get a good shot (Dad?).
Pictures I will not be showing you: animal entrails and sheep heads all lined up in a row ready to be purchased. We walked through the meat market and saw them and something possessed me to take pictures but now I can barely look at them without vomitting. You can thank me in the comments.