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…

Fascination With Tiles. In Morocco

Sometimes I watch tourists taking pictures in my own city. I try to look up with them. Very often it is something I have never paid much attention to or have never even seen before. I wonder if one can be oblivious to the beauty of Moroccan tiles. A gentleman at the market in Fez…

Slowing Down and Inhaling the Blues. In Morocco

9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window. It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to…

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….