Seemingly infinite columns at the Mezquita | Photo by Lauren Girardin I’ve seen the light. No, not the intense noontime light filtering through the rattan roofing covering the streets of a medina. Not the sunlight sparkling off of multi-colored fractured…
Outside Fes’ Medina | Art by Todd Berman As soon as the sun sets, everyone in Fes takes to the streets for a walk along the wide roads through Ville Nouvelle, or New Town. They’ve eaten at home already, or…
Kids in the Jewish Quarter of Fes | Photo by Lauren Girardin The grand taxi that takes us from the Sahara to Fes is not grand by definition, neither in largeness or in luxury. There’s no air conditioning and only…
Sahara sunset | Photo by Lauren Girardin Sometimes your love for a place comes on as hard and fast as food-poisoning. Other times, a place is forgettably bland, bringing on neither bitter aversion or the sweet desire to return. Then…
Where we ate: Over our more than two weeks in Morocco we ate at more places than we can list here. Since most were mediocre, here’s just the ones that seem worth mentioning, either for being worth seeking out or…
Humping through the Sahara, Morocco | Art by Todd Berman Riding a camel through the parched Sahara dunes is like riding a mechanical bull that has a banana seat, though a bull that moves in slow motion. Your one-humped ride…
This way to the Sahara| Photo by Lauren Girardin It’s 7 a.m in Marrakesh and Todd and I have just been sold from one tour agency to another, like so many camels.
Djemaa el Fna at night | Photo by Lauren Girardin In between awkward, head-jerky naps on the monarchy-run CTM bus from Essaouira to Marrakesh, Todd tells me what has him the most excited for Marrakesh.
Todd and tajine in the Riad Sidi Magdoul, Essaouira | Photo by Lauren Girardin It’s 95 degrees Fahrenheit and stunningly sunny as I wind through every little alley and souk in Essaouira’s medina. I’m getting desperate to find a new…
Escargot aux espice in Casablanca | Photo by Lauren Girardin I like snails. I like them steaming hot on a cart in Casablanca. Stick a toothpick in their cute little head and yank them out of their shell. The meat…
