A Souvenir from Hammamet/Tunesia by Susanne Bennett

A saffron strand of fabric hung over the market stall at the entrance to the Medina*. Like a curtain, it guarded wondrous things, things smelling like oregano and cinnamon, lemons, bell pepper, basil and oranges. I pushed it aside and took in the display before me: a stand with all the spices of the orient,...

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