le Maroc al-Maghrib, revisited
to me it wasn't always obvious where public space became privately owned fields, but as can be seen in the photo above here you can clearly see the land has been tilled; below someone's rubbish all rather neatly piled up I think
|close to our resort, again in the Palmeraie there was this row of houses, during the day it all looks very closed and almost uninhabited; just opposite to the house an open-air cupboard, which I thought was rather amusing|
the houses come with their own parking space and again rubbish is carefully stored for possible future use....
|a waterless swimming pool, built for the community; ground water levels have dropped from 15 metres to 60 metres|
in the souk, I really liked this stool, they are smart enough not to sell you the stuff they themselves actually use (I went in search of an unadorned teapot, like the one the shop owners themselves use, not to be found!)
|in the souk you can find all manner of crafts people, in tiny i.e. 150 cm wide shops (this means you can spread each arm sideways and that's it) so here's a photo of wood turning (the wheel utensil) and painting studio and another of a blacksmith|
|it's very easy to get lost in the souk, we did end up wandering into tiny streets that turned out to be dead ends, but luckily there is the occasional sign|
|Wednesday morning we did a tour of three gardens in Marrakech; here the famous blues in the Majorelle garden |
|can you spot the fake palm tree? it is in fact a radio mast|
|our cool garden guide Mohammed in front of a dry fountain in the Koutoubia gardens|
|Menara gardens with the ingenious irrigation system|
|Koutoubia mosque, the highest building in Marrakech, Mohammed instructed us all to take our picture from this particular viewpoint as this is the favourite image on all the postcards, well seeing as we all listen and do it, it must be, right?|
another day, back in the souk: the smells, colours, textures, the bustle, the how-different-it-is-from-Northern Europe
often it was impossible to see what exactly I was photographing (my phone/camera was too dark in the sun) so I just kept on taking pictures of the same shop, funny how the people move back and forth
enjoying a café au lait in the shade of the Terasse Panoramique, with a suberb view of Jemaa el Fna and Koutoubia; yesterday's news yellowing in the sun
3 May: for now just images, will add words later...
10 May: finally some words and even more images have been added, how the week has flown and with the ceaseless rain I long to be back there in the sunshine even more
Now having said that words are not needed to tell us what these photos show us, I would like to read about what foods you had to eat during your stay. I am always interested in the foods of a country. I'm imagining a tagine filled with couscous and lamb and glasses of mint tea.
noord afrika....daar ligt mijn hart
ik heb in een grijs verleden arabisch geleerd omdat het me zo fascineerde
wat een mooie foto's Saskia!
en de geranium soort die je in je tuin hebt wordt zwarte weduwe genoemd..ik heb die ook en hou er van
liefssssss van de kust
and the method of irrigation...
same as used in traditional
and food food food. sigh.