The Details of The Doors

The Doors of Morocco

"For doors
are both frame and monument
to our spent time,
and too little
has been said
of our coming through and leaving by them"
- Charles Tomlinson and his poem "The Door"

Coloring Morocco

A Glimpse Into Morocco المغرب

Waiting for the Mosque to Open

Piles and piles of olives were around every souk corner

Although this was found in a bar, all the fabric stores set up shop like this.

Bags of color to brighten your day.

The owner of this shop was not really into bargaining, but we bought a pillow cover anyways. 

Two boys hanging out and watching the day go by.

More colors by the spoonful. 

A shop owner has a great set up to attract customers eyes. 

Lazing around as the sun emerges in Chefchaouen

These men owned the square. 

The most famous food of Fes - Thami's street food was delicious. 

Just sending some money.

Donkeys are okay. 

The souks are vibrant and washed in color

Fresh cilantro in all your Moroccan dishes.

I didn't see any artichokes on the menu, but they were in abundance in the markets. 

Glasses for that delicious mint tea.

The variety of intricately crafted pillow covers was astonishing.

The jewels of the desert. 

This was only 1/5 of the display. 

Mint - the national past time of Morocco. 

We did not leave this rug shop empty handed. 

Donkeys and carts kept passing me by. 

Buckets of nuts and spices. 

The donkeys put in their time. 

These mannequins freaked us out.  Not very Moroccan. 

Stopping in Fez.

The donkey delivering the chicks. 

Another olive vendor in the Marrakech souks.   

I hope all of these goods are actually made in Morocco. 

Escaping the heat in the shade. 

"Come in for a visit.  There is no need to buy.  Just smell." 

Dried fruits and nuts in Jemaa el Fna