A cannot say which place in Morocco I love best, each having its own beauty and character. Though its the old Medinas i am really drawn to, where life is as it was hundreds of years ago, and despite modernisation creeping in that feeling of old still resides. Craftsmen still work in the cobbled streets, sewing jelabas, carving grave stones, making leather, vendors selling cakes bread, raw cheese and milwee – moroccan pancakes. There is however one place forgotten in these beautiful ancient parts of the cities and that is what goes on above what the eye sees.
That’s where my days journey began, I wanted to get away from the crowds and the hustle asnd bustle of the little local shops which were still there but just disappeared from my conscious mind as I was discovering something new.
An alley way adjoining buildings, more often than not plaster peeling, bricks missing, random grass growing out of the brickwork all adding to the charm of Fez
Ornate old iron protecting the window itself, and sometimes there does not seem to be a window but just a curtain wafting in the wind….. filling you with curiosity as to what the house may look like inside, its hidden beauty separated by a window.
And here more intrigue and curiosity filled me as i had no idea what these wooden structures were about.
So in the days when women were not seen in the street, and could not be seen talking to men, they would stand behind these in their homes and have conversations with their lovers without being seen. Reminds me a little of the fairly tail, Rapunzel. Maybe thats where it originated from
Of course not to be missed the Mosques themselves. their elongated tall towers and marionettes peeking above the roof tops with their beautiful carved details typical of Moroccan architecture, an art of beauty in itself .
So where ever you find yourself in the world – remember there is another world above reaching the sky,that sometimes can fill you with awe and wonder.