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Tag Archives: Morocco
After a night at Lucky Strike in Soho and the Cubbyhole Bar in the West Village…one absolutely needs a taxi driver named Mohammed (from Queens via Casablanca, Morocco) to drive one home! Fun, fun, fun!
I’ll take the old any day. Love the Zahara Collection of jewelry the Mushmina girls just released! Along their journeys throughout Morocco they’ve collected ancient coins, charms, glass and metal beads and designed them using hand dyed wool, cotton and colored threads. A one of a kind collection! Check them out this holiday season at Grand Central Station’s Holiday Fair. Can’t make it into NYC? Check out their website or select boutiques across the world!
Not only to wear, but perfect to display on an old receiving book from American Roll Gold Leaf Company dating back to the early 1930′s that I picked up at Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market! What a treasure!
You go girls! xoxo
Steaming snails…made “on the spot” egg salad…calamari…fresh squeezed orange juice…incredible salads…(I’m getting hungry…)
I read that someone described dinner in the Djemma el-Fna square as the ultimate dinner theatre. Oh, how true!
A massive explosion ripped through a cafe in Djemma el-Fna square in Marrakech this week killing 15 people and wounding 20 in what the government called a criminal act. The worst in eight years…
The Djemma el-Fna square in Marrakech is full of activity day and night and sitting in a cafe is where you take it all in. THE main attraction.
Full of snake charmers, story tellers, water sellers, healers and who knows what else. Everyone attracts an audience, especially the Moroccans. In the evening, it gets even busier with workers setting up their food stalls in anticipation of the huge crowds of locals and tourists coming for dinner. It has to be the world’s largest open air restaurant.
Sharing a few of those scenes as we took it all in…It’s hard to believe that two months ago we were sitting in a cafe enjoying another adventurous day in Morocco just like those unfortunate ones this week. My heart goes out to the people and their families…
Would you like a loaf of sugar with your tea?
If I’d stay much longer in Morocco, I would’ve returned with rotten teeth. Swear.
Let’s start with a few points of interest. Morocco is one of the biggest tea importers of the world, it’s a very important part of the culture, and unlike everything else the women take care of, the tea ritual is traditionally a man’s affair. Refuse it and it’s considered impolite. No worries here as I could drink it all day, thus the rotten teeth I would have if I did.
There’s a Moroccan tradition to give a loaf of sugar as gifts to mark family events, the birth of a baby or the passing of a family member. (Heather – we promise! You’re not getting a loaf from us for your wedding!)
Pouring is an art form, the teapot is held high in the air and poured back in the pot multiple times to make sure the sugar is distributed properly. It’s a showy feat and one that takes lots of practice. Right Suzan?
It all starts with a little mint purchase from the local market…
Of course, the woman has to heat the water…
Add a little tea, a little mint and a hell of a lot of sugar…and pour!
Coming up…a moroccan tea experience…
“It was absolute hell as one had to walk nearly the whole time.”
Not my words, but those of French runner Guido Di Paola as he began the toughest race on earth this week in the Sahara desert. (I can attest to the fact that walking, even at a slow pace, is an absolute attack on the heart while maneuvering the dunes in this desert.)
I’d never heard of this race, had you? A photograph appeared in the New York Times describing The Marathon des Sables as the toughest footrace on earth and covers 150 miles over six days. Now get this…an equivalent of 5.5 marathons in six days in extreme conditions. Like…sand, sand storms, high temperatures, sand dunes, sand and oh and did I say SAND? People, I’m talking nothing but sand. No shade for miles. No place to hide. Just sand. Makes an ironman seem like a piece of cake, doesn’t it?
But what an incredible part of our world. This had to be the most beautiful area I’ve ever experienced so far in all my travels. Yes, it even surpassed the Inca trail to Machu Picchu in Peru and Milford Sound in New Zealand. It’s really hard to find the right words to describe this unimaginable beauty. The simplicity, the solitude, the evening light full of yellow and orange (think varying shades of the color of apricots and sunflowers) as the Milky Way filled the sky as it turned into night…only to be awakened by the brilliance of the moon and the softness of the sun slowing peeking over the dunes…
Ok, I’ll let the photos help me to explain….but stay tuned for more about the Sahara experience in a future post. Like gg sleeping in a tent and peeing in a very dark dark place that was very very scary.
While in Morocco…lying on my bed…looking up…yep, Steven Tyler. Pareidolia at its finest.
P.S. Don’t you just love the fancy light fixture?
There’s nothing more enjoyable than giving children a photo of themselves, and especially in Morocco. Yes, an extra piece of equipment to pack and haul around, but oh how I enjoyed my Fujifilm Instax Mini 7S. A compact, instant film camera that produces credit card sized images. What a hit it was and oh so much fun!