At Home............

The little fountain in the courtyard serves as a sort of focal point........
Rather like a mantelpiece. The strange brown thing is a Berber tent accessory - hard to explain - anyway a present from a friend who went to the desert.



As summer approaches light falls into the courtyard making all sorts of strange shadows........



Swirls lead you into the sitting room...............



There are always lots of flowers - one of the delights of Marrakech.............



In the evenings we eat in the courtyard, except in the dead of winter. The table cloth is a piece of fabric from the mellah market and the olives were preserved by Ismail's mother.
Flowers, olives and candlelight.........
I wish you could join us.