I wonder how many eyes have gazed upon the regal splender of the Menoura gardens. The now slightly grubby water tank, filled with laconic fish, stuffed fat from years of being fed bags of bread by those well wishing perambulators. Lovers are wooing, children are pulling, and now there are kagouled easyjetters trying to get that all important shot that will really stand out above all the thousands of others. In the ancient royal planted olive grove which so called trip-advisors have called ‘ugly’ and ‘not worth bothering with, little more than an agricultural planatio’ bored camels, chew while enthusiastic locals sit up top for a photography. However the European audience tut about welfare and quickly jump back on their cheap flight returning to Europe with tales of authentic travel experiences.