In the Bahia Palace

The courtyard garden is reflected in the window glass.
Inside the room are more painted doors.
Magic.

Growing Things

Altogether too many people wandering around in yesterday's pictures.
This house is at the garden center about three miles outside town where there were birds singing, dogs wandering about and egrets perched in the trees.



We were helped by a most knowledgeable Berber lady who gave me the roses seen in the last picture. Although I used to be a keen gardener when we lived on Long Island, there were many plants here I was unfamiliar with. But we only have a roof terrace here otherwise I would have bought lots of things.
It's funny how one can find money somewhere for books and plants.



The table in the courtyard is always covered with things - sometimes forming themselves into inadvertent still-lives.
Whenever I try to make an arrangement it always looks wrong somehow.