Chellah
Everyone in Morocco knows that behind old, plain doors lie beautiful things.
Old, decrepit minarets.
Nesting birds.
Well-fed cats.
Aging trees, storks.
A flower grows from nothing.
Not all doors lead somewhere…
…But through this one, a magical view.
Chellah has a timeless quality.
And a placeless one too.
Hanging flowers.
And as we left, we were looked after…
April 6th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
nice pictures!!! i couldn’t not comment them…
you have the talent to make your readers travel away pages upon pages.
April 8th, 2007 at 8:06 am
I had no idea you had a WordPress powered blog! Im in the process of designing and publishing my own. Needless to say I’ll be checking in from time to time.
And beautiful photos! Post more soon?
April 8th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
MYKAL! You’d better check in; I want to see your blog too. How are you? Miss you kiddo!