V and I recently loaded the Wagon Queen Family Truxter up and headed off to Spain with my family. We once again based our adventure out of Tarifa, though this time we actually made it out-of-town and managed to explore a bit of Southern Spain. It was beautiful.
Life has a certain way of obliterating any plans to revamp websites and produce portfolios (the kind that elevate one’s middling photography into a stellar form of expression that causes art buyers to quiver in their boots and fight over your oldest edits). That’s just fine with me.
V and I have travelled to Fes quite a few times since our arrival in Morocco. We’ve walked the narrow streets, navigated dark alleys and crowded into the Fassi souks with the best of them. We now have favorite restaurants and shops and know where the better deals are. According to one of my co-workers, I’ve been to Fes more times than most Moroccans! During our first visit to Fes I met Mohammed – a merchant whose family weaves cactus silk textiles and has occupied the same location in the medina for over 100 years – standing outside of his…
No trip to Morocco is complete without spending some time at Jemaa el-Fnaa, the Mosque at the End of the World. Jemaa el-Fnaa is a large public square serving two separate functions – during the day, Jemaa el-Fnaa is occupied by roving street performers, monkeys and their trainers, dancing cobras and other spectacularly wild characters. At night, the square fills with food vendors and hawkers attempting to steer would-be customers to their stalls. Our favorite feature? Easily the fresh orange juice vendors. Try the “melange” – ooh la la! Photographers roam the square offering to capture tourists’ and locals’ experiences alike….
I recently went to part of the Rabat medina slightly out of my normal trajectory. I usually take visitors to Rue des Consuls, though an emergency phyllo dough purchase sent us towards the section of the medina closer to Bab el Had, a section of the medina that is far less sanitized for mass ingestion by tourists. In short, it was fantastic. I haven’t been to that section of the medina for a few months and was much more interested in it now that we have lived here for almost half of a year.
While walking through the Rabat kasbah I came across two of my favorite street performers / musicians. They aren’t as flashy as their counterparts in Fes who all appear to be either dipped in gold or brandishing as many instruments as possible, nor are they as numerous as the groups that populate Jemma el-Fnaa in Marrakesh.
We were treated with a quick tour of what was described as being the most well-respected and expensive Moroccan and Berber rug showroom in the entire country. The owners were beyond nice despite knowing that I am a few winning lottery tickets away from being able to afford any of their wares. A boy can dream, right?