One day, I took a walk with the two 18ish year old nieces. We walked to the main road at Aksri. We walked through the olive grove. We walked through the village communal garden plots. We walked up the main road and took in this view. Then we walked to the bottom. Yeah, see those buildings down there? We walked down THERE. Not completely via roads, mind you. I learned quickly that Fatima is part mountain goat. I nearly tumbled down the mountain. She was doing okay, even though she had just broken a strap on her sandal. Yeah, SANDALS. Then, as it goes, we had to walk back UP the mountain. Paradise Valley, my ass.
Here are Hassan and his mother, Keltouma, in the foyer area of her current house. In a traditional Moroccan house, all of the rooms (most of them multipurpose) open off of one central area. This one is open to the sky.
Another view from the roof of the old house. The current house is in the foreground. The one with blue shutters to the right.
And there's the fire out back for baking the bread.
Here are Hassan and his mother, Keltouma, in the foyer area of her current house. In a traditional Moroccan house, all of the rooms (most of them multipurpose) open off of one central area. This one is open to the sky.
Another view from the roof of the old house. The current house is in the foreground. The one with blue shutters to the right.
And there's the fire out back for baking the bread.
5 comments:
i do love a man in a john deere shirt.
I was just going to say, how is it that I have a latino man in California and a westie dog, both with John Deere gear, and now your man also has it in Morocco? Ahaha! Some marketing and corporate branding person over at the John Deere company is earning his or her keep.
you had me with the picture of the fire for baking bread. breeeeaaad... gooooddnessss.....
the blog is back! YES! Did Hassan get that shirt in Morocco?
Larisa
ya know... ya got married. it prolly wouldn't hurt to blog again!
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