Where I went on my holidays: Morocco 2013

Between October 12th and 24th, my husband P.J. and I visited Morocco, flying into Agadir and out from Casablanca, and keeping a journal along the way. The photos are his; the words are mine.

Overlooking Marrakech

So, why Morocco? A variety of reasons. It seems both exotic and yet accessible. The sound of the place names – Marrakesh, Ourika, Tagoudiche – come musically off the tongue. I have impressions: men in blue turbans, tiled minarets, mazes of stalls selling spices and slippers, red courtyards, shifting sands, lamb and couscous, mint tea. Let’s see how these impressions mesh with reality. Continue reading