Siwa Memo Paris

The sweetness of love, under the burning sun of the world’s largest sand desert, a touch of vanilla slips into the comforting embrace of a cereal. In the distant oasis of Siwa, anyone can consult the oracles, just as Alexander the Great and Cleopatra once did, to discover what their destiny holds and make it come true. Cries rise up to the heavens like incantations and Siwa attracts the night. The Oasis of Siwa, luxuriant exception in the harsh, arid desert. Vanilla absolute. A stretch of green lost in an endless sea of sand. Oil of cinnamon leaf. Narrow ochre and yellow-hued streets, clay lace vestiges, houses with brightly coloured doors. Narcissus absolute. The radiant greens of olive trees and palm leaves, the browns and violets of sun-dried dates. Oil of incense. Siwa, a mirage, a bottomless well of desired visions.