From Cafe Paris to Hotel Paris

From Cafe Paris to Hotel Paris Perched on a stool I’d made a happy discovery upon taking a sideways turn and taking up offer of cous cous for dinner. A drinking den, except in Ramadan. Packed with men, deep in debate, I didn’t expect to stay long but a few beers later the conversation lead to closing time. My bag of ice kindly offered by the woman running the bar and whom made me feel looked out for, had melted but I’d learnt more about this place in a couple hours than I had all week. There’s always a Cafe Paris in these countries cities and towns. The iconic era’s imagery on the walls , that poster, it feels like gone back in time prohibiting era for women anyway! I was unnoticed and grateful for that respect. A quick walk back, Hotel Paris is perched just inside the perimeter of the thick fortress walled old town. Serene simplicity and with rooms surrounding a courtyard this place is worth staying at for the rooftop alone. See the stars catch the breeze, submerge in the sounds tempting you outside. Dawn or dusk up on the roof makes this an oasis casting a magical light over the city walks and bathed in golden hour colours it was the best way to go and want to come back for more. After the bizarre hotel compound heading for the bazar of the Medina was a good move. And right next to the train station back to the airport. Perfect. #medinahotel #tunisia #hotel #oldcity #medinaroom #cityview #bargainhunting #simplicity