On the whole, people in Morocco do NOT want their photos taken.....
which may account for all the people rushing off into the distance in this blog.
I would not want my picture taken by a stranger either - or anyone else for that matter.
There are so many fascinating faces and costumes which I will never be able to record.
I would never ask a Moroccan woman if I could take a picture,
but the butcher seemed pretty happy.
He grabbed his knife..........
Here is the butcher's boy wreathed in sausages.
Here is a friend who makes glorious, glamorous caftans. Her shop on rue riad Zitoune Djedid is en route to the fruit and vegetable market.
This little boy is our neighbor on derb Djedid and helped Robert carry all the tiles in from the street when we had our floors replaced.
He has a little brother with an elfish grin.
These three women were sitting in the sunshine under a trellis, waiting for.......