Palm tree trunks, mud and lime this what makes up this UNESCO World Heritage. We arrived mid-day and entered the old town…an errie feeling of silence, an abrupt change of light and temperature, our voices echoing. Yet a unique place of its kind. An oasis from the desert’s harsh reality, protection of its people from the extent heat and most of all an integral showcase of a culture etched in the arhitecture and in the homes so lovingly created with grace, beauty and art despite the adverse environmental conditions.
I imagine it a bustling place with animals, merchants with their trades, people of various aspects…a picturesque scene vivid with colors instead now of a Ghost Town echoing of memories.
Present Ghadames population lives outside the old town with modern houses although during hot summer days they do return to their now well restored homes.
A marvelous place to be…!
Tags: Ghadames, Oasis, UNESCO Heritage
August 7, 2009 at 1:30 pm |
Wow! Mayet,
If only Mrs. Gopo can see and read your blog.
I’m so impressed not only with your narratives but with great shots as well.
You’ve got great talent.