All Things Shiny. In Morocco

‘Ooh, Shiny!‘ my visceral excitement walking through the doors of very precious looking Moroccan handmade pieces. I stayed there for a few minutes all by myself in a complete silence absorbing finely crafted artisan work. If you have ever been to Morocco you are probably wondering by now where I was able to find a quiet spot…

When a Smile Speaks a Thousand Words. In Morocco

When I told my British colleagues at work that I was going to Morocco all by myself they were concerned and tried to change my mind. You see, they feed their minds with fake news and fear, they choose to believe that love and kindness are not something we all practice. During my short, but the…

Casual Moroccan Love

Running late. I have been invited to my new friend’s house for the home cooked rice after a prayer. I can still make it if I can remember which way to go. Streets look less busy. Everyone is coming back from Friday prayer here in Fez. I cannot remember which way to go. Some of…

Moroccan Rug of Dreams

‘Stop taking pictures. Are you from China? Do you want to steal my designs? Why are you taking so many pictures? Click! Click! Stop now! One is enough. Stop it.’ I smile. I need more time and someone in a bold outfit for the shot I have in mind. The one that makes your heritage pop out….