We spent a couple of days exploring Zaouiat Ahansa and witnessed some of the most beautiful expressions of people and place.

Early one morning out walking I noticed small groups of boys and men wielding shovels, carrying buckets or pushing wheelbarrows all heading in the same direction. I thought it a little unusual but did not think I’d discover any reason why.

Later in the morning I walked back in the same direction and came across a frenzy of boys and men and shovels and buckets and concrete all working in close quarters on this house together. Somehow in this chaos, a house was being built, everyone seemed happy in their work and no one was getting hurt doing it.

The scene was so unexpected and so surprising and so delightful. Yet another reason why I love Morocco.