Â I have so many more photos of Marrakech but this will be my last lot of photos before I move back to Paris as a subject. I’ve got them so you have to see them.
Â One of the larger mosques in Marrakech. If you are not a man or a muslem, you are not allowed inside mosques. I think they are mostly bare open spaces anyway as they don’t sculpt or paint images.
Â You cannot go anywhere without being offered mint tea. They don’t serve it in cups with handles but in decorated glasses. I like mint but mint tea isn’t my favorite. Some places stuffed fresh mint leaves into the glasses as well.
Â Camels were out where the palm trees were. You could ride them and they charged you to take a photo.
Â Fresh eggs and fresh chickens for sale in a market. They would kill the chicken right there in front of you, stick the body in boiling water to get rid of the feathers and there you had your chicken for a meal. It didn’t smell very good.
Â Doesn’t just seeing this sign for the direction of Casablanca fill you with a longing to see it? It must be because of that movie of the same name with Humphre Bogart. Such a romantic movie. It sounds like an exotique city full of casbahs and intrigue but I understand that it is very modern.