Update 2015
I’m using this blog to write a short book about our time in Marrakesh.
Derb Dabachi in the early evening.
Almost impossible to make one’s way through.
A Festive Time of Year
Pavillion/Jardin Majorelle
Getting on the Bus
A typical scene at the bus stop near Djemma el Fna.
Catching the #1 bus up to Gueliz.
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Another Sunday in the Country
Guinea fowl wandering beneath the fruit and olive trees.
Snakes
I thought this would make a good companion piece to the previous blog. I have to assume that these slightly lethargic snakes have their mouths sewn shut.
Rat
What with the number of cats around, I cannot imagine that there is much of a call for rat poison – but perhaps there is.
In all the time I have been in Morocco I have only seen one rat – dead anyway – and possibly two mice – also dead.
In October I found a huge dead scorpion in the courtyard which really upset me. People asked me what color it was and when I told them it was sort of brownish black, I was either assured that this was the least dangerous, or alternately told it was the most dangerous. We sort of assume that the cats killed it and I have never seen another one.
This beautifully painted sign hangs above a shop that will sell you stuff to kill almost anything that creeps and crawls. A perfect treasure trove of death.
Straw Donkey
Lots of animals in Essouira – camels , dogs, cats galore, real donkeys and this character next to his blue door.
Very strange to be at the the seaside on Christmas Eve – walking along the beach watching intrepid children brave the waves.
There were some sort -of Christmas cakes – Swiss roll kind that look like a snow covered log but they had lots of pink icing.
Mysterious Forest
This pattern was created when sea water retreated over a sand bar.
It looks like a very Jungian forest to me.
Fender Bender
Half way to Essouira, in the middle of nowhere, a little car decided to make a left turn onto a dirt road unaware that the Supratours bus was hard on his heels.
The bus braked extremely hard but hit the rear of the car. Luckily no one was hurt but a long wait ensued – finally the police arrived with tape measures. Small boys arrived on bicycles. Other cars stopped and disgorged eager onlookers.
Lots of writing of notes and taking statements, hugging, discussing.
An hour passed, and, eventually, we were taken to a restaurant some 3 miles away to wait for another bus.
Adam, not wanting to let an opportunity pass, bought a large heavy geode with a purple inside.
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