In the garden

From the weekend:

Tangier: my happy place

This beach.  Oh lord, this beach.

Sunset on the Atlantic.

Morocco again: doors

I really don’t understand my fascination with doors, but I love seeing these different styles in northern Morocco:

And a door in Fès, with details:

Photo of the day: Fès

In the medina, Fès, Morocco, May 24, 2019.

Fez: photo of the day

From a market square in Fez, Morocco, May 23, 2019:

Wednesday: scenes from Morocco

Dinner. This was $5.

Small propane canisters, about three gallons each.

Things you don’t see in USA.

Weaving carpet.

Market.

Salesman.

An elderly Berber matron.

An elderly Berber matron.

I wanted to stop and shop so badly.

Street scene off the main square.

Iftar meal set for customers.

Chefchaouen: the blue

From Wikipedia: “Chefchaouen, or Chaouen, is a city in the Rif Mountains of northwest Morocco. It’s known for the striking, blue-washed buildings of its old town. Leather and weaving workshops line its steep cobbled lanes. In the shady main square of Place Outa el Hammam is the red-walled Kasbah, a 15th-century fortress and dungeon, and Chefchouen Ethnographic Museum. The octagonal minaret of the Great Mosque rises nearby.”

The paint’s pigment is as blue as the sky. This is from our riad.

From my camera:

Look very closely.

I wished I were this dog, in a shady spot.

I only bought three handwoven pillowcases on Wednesday.  And overheated.  And then sat at the riad by the pool for a few hours.

I am never coming back to the USA.