I have always thought fondly of Carthage, thanks to Berkeley High School Latin class and our scrupulous reading and re-reading of the Aeneid. I was excited to see the area in action, even if the baths as they remain today are probably not ruins of the self-same edifices through which those star-crossed lovers romped, and not only because they are fictional characters.
The actual individuals on whom the characters were based selected a lovely location for their city, with broad views of the Mediterranean, mountains in the distance and in the immediate proximity, orange trees and bougainvillea.
The bougainvillea was imported from Brazil, according to my guidebook, but the effect is lovely nonetheless. 
On our first trek to Carthage, Number 6 and I found all the monuments closed for Eid al Adha. I tried and failed to charm a rather cute security guard into letting us trespass.
He probably would have let us, but, as he painstakingly explained, guards have their own zones and never shall they cross those invisible lines. His zone was the area surrounding the exit. We waved at the guardsman attending the interior and though he waved back, we were not welcomed in.
There are many guards because the presidential palace abuts the ruins of the Roman bath. Also according to my guidebook, you can be sentenced to up to 3 years in prison for taking pictures of that palace. Why would you do so, I wonder, when the Mediterranean is just a head-turn to the right?
It's fascinating how the ancient ruins are hidden among modern villas and streets. The Egyptian Embassy has a lovely, beach-side location, as do a police station and a school. Then there are more ruins atop the hill with views of the whole valley. The moral of this story: when it comes to locations for building lovely cities, the Romans were very wise.
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