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