Just outside our Door

Musicians often wander playing music in the derb.  Here is one right outside our house.

His music is haunting and lovely.

This shot was taken very early in the morning when few people are about. 

I think this man is on his way to the mosque.

Moulay Bouzerktoun

One of my absolute favorite places in the world is Moulay Bouzerktoun which we first visited ten years ago. It is a tiny village on the coast some 25km north of Essouira. Now it has a tarmac road leading to it - then there was just a cart track.


It might be nice to live in a miniscule cottage there.



The beach is huge and desolate and we collected sea urchins. A farmer and his sheep and goats walked behind us towards the village. There are perfect sand dunes.



The mosque and the tomb of the saint seem almost to tumble into the Atlantic.
The three fishing boats are the very traditional blue.



The water was good for paddling but it was too cold to swim.



There is a rather lovely cafe high up overlooking the ocean and all the wonderful buildings.
Surfers come here in RV's - but not very many of them.



I wonder what it will be like ten years hence? One hopes it stays the same. This picture is looking south towards Essouira.

A Walk to buy Vegetables at the Mellah Market

Down derb Djedid
to Douar Groua which is a small square where there is parking and an old lycee



I follow a group of women past the mosque.
The palm tree casts wonderful shadows.



I head towards rue riad Zitoune Djedid and turn left.



When I stop to look at this bright window, I'm assured it's
"bleu Majorelle" - comme le Jardin.
I nod.



On the left hand side of the street is a door which hasn't been opened for many moons.
Lots of decoration however.



The fruit and vegetable market is a garden of delight. Peas, green beans, artichokes...... what to choose?
I buy olives and red roses then go to visit the owner of the pet food shop whose own cat, Norah, is the proud mother of five kittens.