Volubilis: The Roman City



 “Always Leave Them Laughing When You Say Goodbye” *


They are hysterical with laughter.  When I say “Goodbye” they are hysterical with laughter.

Just moments before, they were angry.

The town of Moulay Idriss (pop 12,600) clings to rocky outcrops high above an agricultural plain in the north of Morocco.  After having visited the big cities, I decided, “This is the real Morocco.”  The bright white town and its inhabitants seem so exotic.

The town is perfect for a photo shoot.  Yet somehow, I sense that the local folks would object to being photographed, even if I ask permission.

Come With Me to The Kasbah



April 12, 2013 


……….. “Come with me … to the Kasbah!”  ………….
The Kasbah in Morocco.  April 15 – May 8.
For two weeks I will travel in Morocco with a small group of photographers to visit fortified towns and Berber villages, the Atlas Mountains and the Sahara desert.  Ride a camel and sleep in a tent! 
Kasbah, medina, and mellah – my lenses are clear, my memory cards clean.  And this time I packed a tall, collapsible tripod.  It fits diagonally in my suitcase. 
On my own for an additional week in Morocco, I plan to drive along the Atlantic coast and the coast of the Mediterranean Sea.

Casablanca: Portraits at Mosque and Market

How do I write about myself without sounding pompous?  Will I suffer a separated shoulder for patting myself on my back?



April 17, 2013

“You’re really good with people.”  That’s what Rina said to me this afternoon.

Rina and I and four other ladies are on a two-week photo tour of Morocco. Our first stop was at a local Casablanca market – the same market I visited on my own the day before.

Rina observed my success in getting strangers to pose for me.  Many of the strangers are Muslim women or girls. They are initially quite shy and reluctant to have their picture taken.  Even a few men are apprehensive.  Nevertheless, I am successful almost every time I try.  My subjects end up smiling and eager to see their image on the camera screen.

Rabat: Oudaia Kasbah



April 18, 2013

Mis Amigos,

In contrast to the more modern streets and districts of Casablanca, I feel the living history here in the Oudaia Kasbah in Rabat.

I wander the narrow residential streets of the Kasbah where the blue and white lime-washed homes date back to the 17th and 18th Centuries. 

The Bab Oudaia, the gate that pierces the fortress walls of the Kasbah, was built in the 12th Century.

Chefchaouen: The Blue and White City



April 19. 2013


The small city Chefchaouen sits on a hillside in the Rif Mountains in northeast Morocco east of Tangier.  It’s a popular getaway for Moroccans and Spaniards who seek relief from the summer heat.

Founded in1471, the name refers to the shape of the mountain tops above the town that look like the two horns (chaoua) of a goat. "Chef Chaouen" derives from the Berber word for horns, Ichawen