The pictures are taken mostly in the boiling Tunis, the city centre and the old town, the Medina. Its streets become the imaginary set of a permanent ongoing stream of noir stories, that happen in the labyrinth of alleys, small markets, parked old cars, and whose protagonists are the inhabitants of the city, their everyday shadows, smiles and tears. Life follows the fast pace of the street, where men and women observe the daily ritual of selling, buying and chatting in the hundreds of markets that animate the town. But It just takes few steps in one of the alleys for the noise to fade away, a soft carpet of sounds in the distance. And now what you hear are the rustles of women's skirts and the clatter from the ground floor kitchens.