My Touareg guide Mohammed saved the best for last. We went to visit a Berber woman who lives in a beautiful home in one of the pit dwellings.
At the end of my visit, the Berber woman brought out some traditional bread, which I dipped into a mixture of honey and oil and washed down with a glass of hot sweet tea.
After saying farewell, we walked on. Some of the pit dwellings we saw were abandoned. “A real fixer-upper,” you might say.
There were some variations on the pit style. Some houses were built horizontally into hillsides rather than sunk vertically below ground.
Not all the houses in Matmata were pit dwellings. There were some more ordinary structures as well.
I took one last shot as I stood on the edge of one of the pit dwellings and saw my shadow standing on the opposite edge.
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