Sunday

This is derb Dabachi. Last year we bought two palm trees from the character on the bicycle.

Flowers on the table in the courtyard.
The reason we have two blogs with almost the same name is that you can spell Marrakech/Marrakesh - the C is tyrned into an S here and is used interchangably.

Sunday

This is my 2nd blog - it has bigger pictures than
ewix.wordpress.com
which has more writing.

Saturday

Saturday was the last day of I.'s visit so we rushed about looking at things.

This is a door in the harem courtyard at the Musee Dar Said. One of the guards let down a little chain and let us look into the hidden part of the palace which must have been the home of a very rich man. All I could think of was how beautifully decorated the place was and how perfectly awful it must have been to be trapped in there.

This is the part of Cafe France where you can have meals. The decor - rather pink with artificial flowers - is oddly appealing and hasn't changed much for a very long time.

Bert Flint has the sort of house we wish we had - down a very quiet street, with two courtyards, lots of plants and odd artifacts with amazing designs.

Kindergarten Students

Essouira

Is blue and white.
A great change from Marrakesh's corals and pinks.

derb Dabachi

This is derb Dabachi looking relatively peaceful. Sometimes it is so filled up with motos and donkey carts, bicycles and people that it's impossible to get down at all and we have to walk out to Douar Groua. Derb Djedid is just a little further on and to the right.

Memories of Summer

Pomegranate

Dining Table

Between Essouira and Marrakech

The seaside is all wide pale beaches, blue skies and white buildings. Marrakesh is crowded and pink and red. The journey by car between the two takes about two and a half hours and is mostly stony desert. You pass through little dusty towns and pass a gigantic cement factory.