This was my last day in Tunisia. I walked the medina quarter again, had lunch in a local restaurant with a group of friendly Tunisians, and headed to the beach in the port of La Goulette in the afternoon. It was time to say goodbye to Tunisia, and I caught my return flight late the same evening.

Irina left on an early morning flight and I started my day by walking the city streets near the hotel.

Rooftops	More rooftops	Clock obelisk	Avenue Habib Bourguib	Tunisian dinar bills	Shoeshine
Shoeshine	Shoeshine	Security	Cathedral of St. Vincent de Paul	Bab Bhar (Porte de France)

It was more quiet and work-like in the medina quarter in the morning hours than when we visited on Friday afternoon a few days earlier.

Brass shop	Alley	Street life		Blue doorways
	Young lady		Boy and his giraffe
	Fork in the street	Three-wheeler	Door knockers	Alley

I was looking for lunch but did not expect a group of locals wave me into a tiny restaurant and make room for me at the table. I may have been the most authentic and at five dinars the least expensive meal I had in Tunisia, and it even came with friendly company.

After lunch, I walked more of the sights in the medina quarter before returning to the terrace of a carpet store we visited on our first visit.

Couscous	Friendly lunch company	Friendly lunch company	Restaurant	Empty street	Lonely pedestrian
Medina street	Decorative door		Monument Place de la Kasbah	Kasbah Mosque	Sidi Youssef Dey Mosque
Old lady and Sidi Youssef Dey Mosque	Back on the terrace		Framing

La Goulette is the port of Tunis. I caught a taxi there and hung out around the waterfront watching cruise ships in the distance, and the local traffic on the beach.

After I took a few pictures in the direction of a family including a burka clad woman, I was confronted by her brother who demanded to see my pictures. Supposedly, his sister, concerned about her modesty, was worried that I might have caught a glimpse of her. He calmed down after he saw that my pictures featured more of the beach and the cruise ship than the family itself, and we parted ways amicably. It was still an uncomfortable reminder of sensitivity of taking pictures in a society where more conservative elements were entering into the foreground.

Upon returning to the city, I sat down to have a snack near a gate to the medina. A young Tunisian guy joined me, supposedly curious about the US. He insisted I follow him to a bar for a beer. He lead me up a staircase into a dark bar in one of the buildings along the main street. I bought a beer for both of us but to his displeasure declined an invitation for dinner, finding his company increasingly uneasy. Having read about a scam where he would stick me with the paycheck for both of us, I thought it was time to part ways and had dinner on the main street by myself before picking up my luggage at the hotel. I took a taxi to the airport, and bid Tunisia good bye.

Symbol of Tunisia - Jasmine flower	Symbol of Tunisia - Jasmine flower	Family and the port	Rowboat and the beach	Young lady	Mosque Abu Bakr As-Siddiq
Fort de la Goulette	Gate to the waterfront	Local	Terrace