With a view just slightly different from last week’s Wet Street, a wider shot of the neighbourhood around the Arc de Triomphe. The ferris wheel at Place de…
In my first few days in this country, I am perplexed by what appears to be a vast one-dimensionality to contemporary Tunisian music: the people all watch and listen to the same stuff. I’m not new to Arabic music. But with eerie similarity, it’s like The Big Game is on every channel, all day, all night, every day, every night. I don’t get it. I must be missing something.
In the heat. In the sun. In the rain. They’re pedaling. Like so many I’ve seen this week, their jobs seem brutal. With fares determined by both subjective (how hard they tried to deliver their customers) and objective (distance) metrics, it’s not an easy life. Yet they’re crucial to transporting this city’s people. This is one of the drivers from our shoot this morning.