Here in the High Atlas mountain village of Zaouiat Ahansal we explored the deep valley and gazed in awe upon the high desert peaks. There were no tourists here and we felt like strangers in a strange land. Children scrabbled for attention, young men smiled and old men kept poker faces. The women kept to […]
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Street Jewels
Gold and silver and jewels and more silver and more jewels. The markets in the old Medina cater for every taste and every whim. After a while a stroll becomes monotonous. The same pots, the same rugs, the same shoes, the same trinkets. There is something comforting in sameness, in monotony. Perhaps abundance or lack […]
Read MorePussycat Alley
Cats, cats everywhere. There were blacks ones and white ones and ones with a little yellow on them and they all looked like they owned the place and they all seemed just the same. None seemed to be owned by anyone yet they all appeared to be looked after by the locals. During my exploration […]
Read MoreUniversal Art Of Cities
An early morning walk through the Medina revealed a very different but strangely familiar city. The hawkers had not yet opened their doors or arrived to set up for the day. Some litter lay around but surprisingly little. What I did not expect was that familiar sight of graffiti on walls. I wonder if I […]
Read MoreCommunal Oven
In Marrakech a community baker is at work. Here local families bring their freshly leavened loaves to be baked. One man is responsible for the entire day’s baking and he has to get every one of those loaves perfect. To say more about this Moroccan tradition I would only be paraphrasing so here is a […]
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