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…

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….

Smiling At Strangers

Sat in a coffee shop, watching the world and taking pictures of strangers. Who knew? They smiled. Big and genuine smiles. Brits are not so miserable after all (got to work on my sarcasm). I hope you have a great day and I hope you smile at strangers. Surprise Harmony

Never Underestimate the Ant People

I salute you if you do not judge. I salute you if you know how to listen without interrupting or jumping to the next exciting thing when you feel you are satisfied with the answer.  Do you judge when you meet someone new? What if I died my hair blue thinking that mermaids had better dreams?…

When Your Greatest Fear is Boredom

Some people might be scared of death. My biggest fear is boredom. Not the one where the solitude is the most overwhelming and everything seems dark. I am talking about the boredom where my inner child stops asking questions and does not feel the need to lick ice cream. Too worried it might ruin my crisp white shirt. Today…

For True Lovers of Christmas Sparkle. Black & White Photography

Yesterday I met a very elegant lady. She wore a brooch. A big Christmas tree with stones that the busy store lights made look like disco balls hitting the shore. Like on LSD. The elegant lady told me one could not find these brooches these days. She has had hers for over 30 years and would…

You Are Mad Not to Believe in Magic

Once upon a time there lived Claus. Claus was loving, kind and jolly. He gave the best hugs in the world. His mulled wine was to die for. He loved to keep himself busy. Christmas mornings Clause spent making future plans. He did not do that to distract himself or fight the loneliness. He did it…

Help when Helpless. Story About a Stranger

I should not be walking all by myself in this area. It is not safe. Way too dark, but it is a beautiful night. New Bridget Jones film followed by discussions about Kanye West’s Fade video, a sperm donor app, mango flavoured chicken and insanely sweet chocolate cake finale. 2 minutes and I will be home….

Learning from Strangers

I was in Bangkok having one of those ‘I do not want to talk to anyone unless you are super cute’ days. Sitting in backpackers area and trying to get some pad thai before calling it a day. Entertaining myself with people watching. The lizard eyes went way too far gazing at some random guy, who…