At the Hassan 2 mosk in Casablanca |
youg people meet and chat |
or joke with their I phone |
stores display all kinds of olives |
while a young couple... |
The medina of Marrakech is a different world |
with veiled woman selling souvenirs |
in the narrow streets... |
a sitting veiled woman |
a beautiful island... |
in the Majorelle garden |
music before diner |
up in the high Atlas |
where young kids posed for a photo |
I surprised this young girl... |
who ran to this little house |
we had tea by a berber family |
their shy daughter ran away |
we said bye bye to them |
and looked at the green and ochre mixing so well |
by a 11th century kasbah |
sits a berber man |
and his donkey waits... |
while a woman rides her mule |
A smiling baby says hello... |
to a woman passing by |
2 riding students |
a"one eyed" berber woman goes |
another rests in the shade |
we reach the desert and its blue people |
close to a beautiful sand dune |
in the medina of Fez... |
an old woman heavily loaded |
we arrive at the tanneries... |
where it's hard working |
by the mosaics of Volubilis |
Like this stork from Volubilis,we had to fly back home |
the young generation dreams about their future |
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