Any excuse to post a picture of amazing clouds (I know, clouds again).
This is a picture of the street I live on. It’s so familiar to me, but let me see if I can look at it from an outsider’s perspective.
The palm trees: are kind of like cows in India, we just let them be, even in the middle of the road.
The houses: all painted an earth hue, cause that’s the law around these parts. That’s why they call Marrakesh the Red City. The houses here tend to be three stories high, with the bottom floor sunken 2/3 of the way into the ground. This basement is called “la cave” and it keeps a constant temperature all year round. We live in a “cave”, our very own little hobbit’s grotto, and I like the moderate temperature, but miss sunlight flooding in the window.
Atop the houses, satellite dishes: these are the main players in the “information revolution” that has swept through Morocco since the late 90’s (the other player being? Yes, the internet). These giant receptacles bring us news from all different perspectives, and of course, Turkish soap operas dubbed in Arabic.
The sidewalks: are coveted by the homeowners as a little extension of their property, so they are possessively filled with shrubbery, leaving a narrow 2 feet of sidewalk for pedestrians. This is why going for a walk with my kids is a battle for life or death, as I’m always in fear that one of them will trip and tumble into the street.
I promise to get back to interesting topics very very soon.
Until then, I leave you with the very fascinating subject of my street, to ponder and analyze. Peace to you my friends!
Life in Marrakesh 