You stand on Byrsa Hill with the African sun over your shoulders. Below, Carthage spreads toward the Mediterranean: pale houses, courtyards, temple precincts, workshops, and the activity of the harbors. Sails lie like pale triangles against the water, and from the lower quarters the sound of wheels, voices, and work rises through the heat.
The city around you lives roughly three hundred years before the Common Era. You may walk down to the commercial harbor, seek the guarded military harbor area, follow the murmur of the market, visit the artisans' lanes, or find coolness by the sanctuaries. You may also remain here and ask how Carthage began.