xx The Barbary States

Far at the world then, strange fascinating lands beckoneth, bid us rebel and their exotic spenders. Come with us as we head for a port of call.

With every throb of the propellers in the deep Mediterranean blue, we draw near the mysterious north shore of Africa. Already a warm breeze brings us the caress of this ardent land. Be for us, drenched in sunshine, stretches their luring coast to barbering. The three three baled sisters to Nisha, Algeria Morocco, wait to charm us with their salty beauty.

Let us surrender to the exotic spell of the Barbary States. All in dazzling white, like one of her own daughters greets us. White domes and minarets gleam against the Blue Mountains. More oriental than many cities of the Orient, Tunis lives behind high walls.

All about us as we wander to the torturous streets of the native city, we feel an intense but invisible life. Suddenly we come upon the long streets, Ruth with curving stone lattice work, which housed the famous Tunisian bazaars.

Here all is animation and confusion. You know, I don't want to speak there, I speak there. I speak there. What a racket. That was in the guidebook, Tommy. I speak there. I speak there. Come on, mister.

Okay, George, you can be the guide. Thank you, mister. Come on. Over here. Oh, look, Alice. We're working on brass and copper here. Now, let's see all handmade cigarette bags, lamps, all beautiful... Come on, mister, don't listen, he's the teal of...

Oh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on... Now, here, drugs, look, pine wood... Oh, there's those thoughts and heavies... You know, like those plain colors of brown, white, black...