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The Hidden Treasure Of Sidi Bou Said 11 ππ
That's why I always loved to walk around Sidi Bou Said! Each time I go from one discovery to another, from one enchantment to another! Wait all the same. I canβt doubt that of this attraction, on many occasions, I have been subjected to the discreet attraction at the approach of one of those places where I hadnβt the design to make a stop. But this calling power was so engaging and so sweet that I turned away from the path I had planned each time to go and see, and each time my heart beat.
Yes, he was beating. ππππβ€οΈπβπ·
Not very strong, perhaps, but enough for this beating to be perceptible to me: more keenness in the mind and in the step. A lightweight shock ... ππ ππ
I was, without knowing why, more alert; and my road, the wise road which I had at first intended to make, was imperceptibly inflected. I was deviating. To the incomprehensible pleasure that penetrated me little by little, I guessed that a simple alley had taken place on the main thoroughfare: there are alleys and living alleys which glide along the roads and, half hidden from view, Remain on the alert. They say nothing. They are there. You see them. They look at you; sometimes, very gently, they take your foot, and if you give them a step, they pull you out of the road. God knows where! ππππβ€οΈπβπ·
The Hidden Treasure Of Sidi Bou Said 11 ππ
That's why I always loved to walk around Sidi Bou Said! Each time I go from one discovery to another, from one enchantment to another! Wait all the same. I canβt doubt that of this attraction, on many occasions, I have been subjected to the discreet attraction at the approach of one of those places where I hadnβt the design to make a stop. But this calling power was so engaging and so sweet that I turned away from the path I had planned each time to go and see, and each time my heart beat.
Yes, he was beating. ππππβ€οΈπβπ·
Not very strong, perhaps, but enough for this beating to be perceptible to me: more keenness in the mind and in the step. A lightweight shock ... ππ ππ
I was, without knowing why, more alert; and my road, the wise road which I had at first intended to make, was imperceptibly inflected. I was deviating. To the incomprehensible pleasure that penetrated me little by little, I guessed that a simple alley had taken place on the main thoroughfare: there are alleys and living alleys which glide along the roads and, half hidden from view, Remain on the alert. They say nothing. They are there. You see them. They look at you; sometimes, very gently, they take your foot, and if you give them a step, they pull you out of the road. God knows where! ππππβ€οΈπβπ·