Sunday, January 13, 2008
Small boys helping unload drums from a cart full of them.........one of many carts. These bright ceramic drums with leather tops are the delight of every child and young man in Marrakech.
There have been all sorts of festivals lately.
Any or all of the below......we get told different things:
The birthday of the Prophet
A visit by the King of Jordan
All these are greeted with the happy sounds of drums and tambourines.
Children ring the bell and knock on the door at all hours.
Un dihram! Un dihram!
I give only to the children I know well.
The drums reverberate off the walls of the narrow lanes.
They continue all evening and into the night.
At twelve thirty am. I go out to plead with the young men in the derb and at first they think I am pleased to see such a lovely celebration......as they dance, sing rock and drum.
Bon Fete! Happy holiday!
Now, please, would it be possible to be joyful a little further down the alley?
They reluctantly agree.
Peace at last.
I think only two more nights of it.