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 …

Time and tide, Tangier

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September 2013 In Switzerland, they have watches. In Morocco, we have time. They, and by extension, we, had time in Morocco. This is a place that where frequent periods of lengthy rumination have intrinsic value. The bustle, while ever present, never intrudes. There is time to read and write and sit and stare, watch the world go by, chat with a stranger in the next seat doing exactly the same thing – namely, nothing, aside from nursing his cup of mint tea for the past half hour – about our lives, and his. He is from Fes, he says. We should go there. It is old and beautiful and alive. “I don’t like Tangier so much,” he says. “They have no humour. No one smiles here.” …