Glad to Have Hammamet Ya

Technically, I didn't lie in the previous post. I claimed no more planned excursions. By the end of the week, I was a bit fidgety and was hankering to check out the local town. Supposedly, there was a noteworthy casbah (fort) and souk in Hammamet, which was just a 10 minute cab ride away. I cajoled Zachy into going with me by promising an ice cream treat once we got there.

For a 30 minute walkaround, it was fun. Little Z and I had a good time exploring the fort, especially after we had been somewhat aggressively approached by many guys in the market who by no means share the American sense of personal space. Zach's line was that if we went in the fort "all those people would stop talkin' to us." We did get lovely views of the sea and the town from atop and it being late afternoon, the muezzin was doing his call to prayers from the minaret only a block away.

And Zachy, as promised, got his treat.