Custom does not mean excess. At My Chakchouka, some requests are declined, to protect function, material, and meaning. Refusal is part of respect.

In Tunisia, a plate doesn’t sit still. It moves. It passes from hand to hand. The shape of our bowls and platters was made for that: sharing first, decoration second.

Handmade Tunisian spoons and tools are not substitutes for plastic. They are the original standard: carved from olive wood, holding weight without heaviness, softening with use, and gaining a quiet patina over time. Built to serve daily meals again and again, they carry continuity where disposables end in waste.

In Tunisia, walls have never been empty. From the villas of Carthage to the baths of Dougga, mosaics once turned stone into story. Two thousand years later, the rhythm continues : in courtyards, hammams, and homes where color and patience still meet by hand.

At night, Tunisia turns amber. The streetlights cast a calm, golden glow that softens the rhythm of the evening; a quiet design choice that keeps cities human.

Not every fouta is authentic. Real foutas are hand-loomed in Tunisia, carrying memory and daily use. Copies made from polyester lose both origin and function.

Not all textiles are the same. In Tunisia, hand-loomed rugs and foutas carry memory, skill, and weight. They’re built for daily life, not for quick sale.

Many visitors say Tunisia gave them back joy. Here, light is sharper, people are curious, food holds memory, and joy survives even in hardship.