Interior, Maroc

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In Morocco, I saw insides. Flemming and I spent two weeks in Tangier and Fes in 2013. I had three good days of walking around before getting a bad stomach. To help things along, I then sprained an ankle upon arriving in Fes. Exploring its labyrinthine medina suddenly didn’t seem like a great idea. But I got a lot of reading done, and drank a lot of mint tea while lazing around the exquisite dar that was our home for that time. It is a comfortable and very beautiful abode, with a host who showed us every kindness he could think of to offer. To pass time in the evenings, we made photos of each other, lost in the mosaic. It feels like a very long time ago that the photo above was taken. The last …