Cats of Course!/ Morocco

Of course there are vast numbers of cats in New York, but most of them don't spend most of the day lying in the road....

unlike their Moroccan cousins who lie around anywhere.

I think this pretty young Mimi is about to have babies.

This nice fluffy one is a little older and was supervising her kittens.

Nice to sit in the sun in February especially in the fish market

but woe betide anyone who tries to steal this guy's dinner!

Better just put on a metaphorical "Do Not Disturb" sign

or curl up.

Too laid back even to open his eyes.

Note: I'm so sorry not to have been visiting your blogs --which I will do when I get somewhere where the Internet isn't so impossibly slow. Thank you for your kind comments.

More Moroccan photos on my old Marrakesh blog here.

Hi I'm 'zwina'  --dirigia (local dialect) for super-pretty!

Moroccan SnapShots

Before we lived in New York, we lived in Marrakesh for two years.

See here

We are now back there for a short while...

enjoying mysterious doors....

... pastilla....which is flaky pastry with nuts and chicken and powdered sugar.......

 ...not to mention the fruit juice......

 ...the pot pourri

 and the lanterns.

last of all, a cat in the fruit market who is about to produce lots of little cats any minute...

this photo is for Joan Rundo who makes super cat calendars every year!

Random: or the Interconnectedness of Things

Every morning I look to see what's on my camera from the day before,

 since I try to post really current things - however dull.

 It is better to have a theme for a post  -like "A Day at the Beach"

but life tends to be a bit random -- one makes the connections later.

Yesterday morning lots of fire trucks rushed to a hotel

 on the other side of the road

 but it must have been a false alarm.

In the evening, I tidied my desk so I could close it.

 All sorts of interesting bits and pieces in there:

 the  business card

from the shop where Buster's collar came from

 and matches from India.

In the afternoon a cat slyly observed us on 22nd Street.

This morning, at six o'clock, the moon was still up.

Robert Frost suggested that 'way leads on to way.'

So here is the path:

men in uniform lead to mailman

black cat leads to black cat behind bars

bars lead to bars on the roof of the building

over which we see the moon 

London Details/Kentishtown and Bermondsey Street

London moggie.

Tasteful window.

Shop where they printed our bus passes.

Books about London.

A throwback shop which hasn't altered since the 1950's.

Victorian tile work outside a pub.

The Hope Chapel lit up for the Sabbath....

...across the road from the Drinkers Paradise and the betting shop.

The Garrison gastro-pub where I ate bangers and mash.

And the walk back to London Bridge Station under the arches of the railway.