Wednesday, April 23, 2008

People in Marrakech

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.......

15 comments:

this is my patch said...

Lovely images. I am so relieved the butcher put his knife down! x

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful, beautiful portraits. I enjoyed that this morning.

Maria said...

Dear Elizabeth,
I am new in your blog and I want to tell you that your photos are really great! Those wonderful colours of Marocco - incredible!
I am also new to blogging in general and I really enjoy it to use a little spare time for travelling around the world ...
Kind regards from Vienna, Maria

Thoughts on Life and Millinery. said...

The stylish woman who makes caftans! The butcher boy! Such memorable photos, thank you.

Maria said...

Dear Elizabeth,
thank you so very much for your kind words welcoming me to the world of blogs which is REALLY FANTASTIC! You are the first person that sent me a post! I am quite excited...
We hiked near Vienna in a part of the country with rolling hills, farmland, woods, little villages on top of the hills, romantic streamlets and meadows full of wild crocus - a flower which you don't find very often nowadays in a world of industrial agriculture...
Best regards from Vienna! Maria

Sara at Come Away With Me said...

Great portraits!

I do so love that sumptuous black and gold caftan hanging on the wall! I assume that is one that your friend made....is that embroidery? It's really extravagant and beautiful.

Yes (to respond to your comment)...blogging is a great way to meet people internationally; a wonderful way to make friends, and even to have the pleasure of meeting some in person now and then too.

Suburbia said...

That last one is so full of atmosphere, you could use it to base a story on! The butcher ones are great too.

sukipoet said...

Lovely portraits. Yes, I agree that caftan was gorgeous. Do youown one.?

Anonymous said...

What a surprise to find our favourite butcher featured in your blog, Elisabeth! His sausages are just great - spicy and tasting. I don't understand why I am not in The Red City now. Oh, there is something we call Spring here in Oslo. That might be it....

Willow said...

I love the photo of the young boy. What a sweet smile.

Whenever I walked in inner city LA, I never carried my camera. Some people there have 'reasons' they don't want their picture taken, and they will go to great lengths to avoid it.

The ladies are waiting for..the bus? a ride?

Elizabeth said...

Suki: No, I don't have a caftan - maybe I should get one.
We have been invited to a caftan party in May....

Barbara said...

Love seeing more views of Marakesh.I am glad the butcher did not use his knife. What a beautiful Kaftan.
Enjoyed the rabbits and birds too and especially the cat.

Roxanne said...

oh, lovely portraits! that is my favorite part of looking at pictures from overseas. the faces. thanks for sharing.

Ming the Merciless said...

I love this post! It is always fun to look at faces of people.

I normally don't take photos of people unless (1) I asked their permission first OR (2) they are dressed up in costumes, which means they really want their photos taken. ;-)

Unknown said...

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