The light in Morocco is so pure and bright that it takes on almost the intensity of an object.
On Sunday afternoon, we went to Cafe France and then wandered around for a little while.
We went into the souks.
Here the two shopkeepers appear much less important than the stripes on the building.
The sunlight falling through the slatted roof superimposes another design upon something already patterned.
What Byzantine layers of complexity.
The teleboutique in the Spice Market is probably getting less use lately because everyone, except us, has a cell phone.
Light glitters and flows almost like a river over the winding lanes of the souk.
In Kennaria a man bicycles under a tunnel and emerges into the light.