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 […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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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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In the alleyways of the medina can be found any number of souvenir trinket shops to lure the visitor into parting with their tourist dollar for some Moroccan treasure. Unfortunately the goods that might actually be useful tend to be too hard to pack or made from materials that Australian customs would frown upon. These […]
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