For the third year running, I find myself in Tunisia as the old year dies and a new one is born.
The security this time round was very tight with policemen conspicuously on patrol everywhere.
Shops and restaurants were heaving (as were the roads, especially at the roundabout before Tunis’s biggest Carrefour).
In the supermarkets, chickens ready-to-roast packed the shelves.
Patisseries (such as the Palais des Lys in La Marsa, which makes a more-ish agrume tart, the snowy-scarved Saint Honore confection and scrumptious macaroons) were bright as 2018 beckonned.