August 13, 1979
The next day we went off to Sbeitla. Their plans originally were to go to Bulla Regia,
but they decided to go to Sbeitla instead – the deciding factor apparently being that I hadn’t ever been there, whereas I had already been to Bulla Regia.
Sbeitla was spectacular; enjoyed the ruins even more than those at Dougga – although this wasn’t quite right for Dougga is really better. But Sbeitla is built in a marvelous golden stone (rather like Bath) and we saw it when it had the setting sun on it so it was melancholy and haunting.
