My Other World

Before I started the New York blog, we lived in Morocco which is where I started blogging as a way to keep in touch with my family. (See The House in Marrakesh). Anyway it sort of blossomed.

But we go back to Morocco pretty often. First place we went to was Cafe France

where we watched the world go by on foot

on bikes and mopeds and even caleches.

 We walked through the souks, past the olive sellers

Saw our first charming pussy cat (pregnant of course!)

glanced into an antique shop

tried to avoid the carpet sellers

wondered if my granddaughter would like little princess shoes

and admired the patina of old shutters.

Then we walked through our old neighborhood

in search of old friends. More of that good stuff later.

Here derb djedid our old street.