Postcards are curious things. To be more exact, postcards were curious things. We don’t really send them quite so much these days. However, not all that long ago no trip would be complete without a glossy image being dispatched to the folks back home, letting them know where we were and what we were doing.
As such, postcards never really told us all that much about the places we’d been, or the people who lived there as much as they told people about ourselves and what we wanted people to believe we were doing.
We’ve trawled the web for examples of postcards sent from Tunisia through, (most of) the Twentieth Century, tracing how European perceptions of Tunisia shifted from the orientalist fantasies of the early 20th Century to equally unlikely notions of perennially sun kissed beaches and blue seas.