So much of Morocco reminds me of Andalucia. The heat, the orange-red earth, the metal lanterns, intricate tiles, fountains, archways and other remnants of the medieval Moorish culture that stretched from Marrakech to Madrid all those years ago.
Both, too, wear a mixture of myth and mystery.
One myth that they share regards the weather. Pictures of dust, desert and desolation filled the imagination vaults of my stereotype collection before I’d actually turned up to visit either place.
Yet when I did, nature had a chuckle at my expense.
Sure, she says, most of the land lies dry and drenched in dust. But just look what I can do here the moment you give me a chance.
Happy Photo Friday everyone
Disclosure: these flowers come from the garden of the Hippocampe Hotel in Oualidia, which overlooks a stunning saltwater lagoon. Lawrence of Morocco invited me to visit the place but as usual, all ramblings and opinions are my own.