Ten minutes between the blue shutters and the half-built skeleton
The famous street first: worn pale cobbles, shutters painted that exact cobalt, bougainvillea spilling over a white wall, one man walking slow under a soft sky. Sidi Bou Said really does look like the photographs.
Then the road behind the village, ten minutes away: a faded guardrail, sand blown across the asphalt, and a building that never got finished, its concrete ribs open to the weather.
I went to both by street view and I kept both. That is the whole service: my eyes on a real place, not the brochure version.
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