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.

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.