Sour at sunset |
The old town at night |
These days Tyre is a small provincial town; in its
heydays it was once one of the famous Phoenician ports. It was already a town
some 4,000 years ago. It had a king (Hiram) and it was doing business with the rulers
of Israel and the pharaohs of Egypt, it was rich, because it produced purple
dye (made from crushed Murex shells), and traded with the other Phoenician
colonies in the Mediterranean. Actually, the fact that Roman catholic
archbishops still wear purple these days comes from there, when purple was so
expensive that only royalty could afford (and wear) it. The archbishops were
considered the princes of the church (source).
Even Alexander the Great hung around there in 332 BC (and
obliterated the entire population, it seems).
The harbor in the evening |
This current civilization is not in favor of Tyre: The
town went from great wealth to poverty, and nothing is left of that former
glory, other than plenty of ruins. These days they live off citrus orchards,
banana plantations and fishing. But the
old town and its harbor are still beautiful. I stayed in what they call these
days a boutique hotel, Dar
Alma. I haven’t figured out what the ‘boutique’ part is, but it’s an old
Lebanese house, on the shore, converted into a hotel. Maybe you should visit; it’s safer
than Tunis, just to give an example. Just sayin’.
More sour. I don't know if this was sun rise or sun set. |
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