A thin Muslim man, grey hair under a white skull cap, blue jacket and a pair of leather sandals. He picks up his half-smoked cigarette from the nook where he placed it a few moments ago, before coming into the hotel to pick me up. A quick puff and it’s alight again. Call him Ahmed. Continue reading
“Orson Welles, Orson Welles
you’ve got a fat belly and your backside smells.”
Arévalo, Portrait of Hamidou, Tanger, 1885
46, Rue Souk Ahal Fassi, kaat Ben Nahi
9.30 to 7pm, 7 days, 40 MD
After hours of lefts and rights through the Marrakesh medina and hugging the wall to allow scooters to hurtle past being driven by elegant Moroccan women in mirrored aviator sunglasses listening to Beyoncé on their iPhones, we took a turn up the rue Ahal Fassi to the Maison de la Photographie. Continue reading
Rue Yves Saint Laurent
8pm to 6pm summer, 5.30pm winter; the museum closes earlier.
Gardens only 70DH; gardens + Berber Museum 100 DH.
Step through a door. Continue reading
A small white camel drawn in a child’s hand at the top of a low arch on an adobe wall. Continue reading
O twice cooked pastry (pale brown), how camest thou,
by ochre dunes and gravel plains, hurried o’er roads Continue reading
[this looks better on my site]
…is strong, so you must be strong to love her.
Many have tried but none lie as deep, as straight Continue reading