A 17-image street photography gallery from the historical heart of Marrakech, Morocco.
Category - Morocco
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Today's catch at Morocco's most colorful port.
Here’s a brief sneak peek from a 21-image series that I’ll be posting next week taken at the port of Essaouira, Morocco, in September. That’s a lot of netting to deal with, but the fisherman managed to plug the major holes. An...
Today’s Pic du Jour, the 283rd straight, features the most understated street vendor I came across in Marrakech last month. If you’ve been to Marrakech, you know that the quiet types are generally not among those peddling goods on...
Out for a Sunday morning ride.
A woman walks home from the center of Ait Iktel, a village in the Atlas Mountains about 100km south of Marrakech, Morocco. Today’s Pic du Jour, the 257th straight, was snapped on 14-Sep-2014. Please click on the image to see the full...
For Wordless Wednesday.
This pair look like they just beat the crap out of the guys who stole my phone and then decided to start a band. I bet they’d have a good sound, too.
The first time I've been ripped off on the road: notes on a milestone.
Marrakech's largest mosque
This gentleman threw a fish at me after he noticed me snapping his picture. He missed. Do you think he over-reacted? Or do you wish he was a better aim?
Definitely on the short list, anyway.
Alone in a crowd in Jemaa el-Fnaa Square, Marrakech.
Slightly off the tourist circuit in Marrakech
A trio to match the frenetic bustle of Marrakech's Jemaa el-Fnaa square.
I'm in Marrakech for eight more days days. I’m really looking forward to exploring behind this door, one both proverbial and real, when I have some spare time beginning on Monday
At the Mausoleum of King Mohammed V in Rabat, Morocco
Since August has almost wound down and I’ll be away for most of the next three weeks, there’s no time like the present for my second vidblog, combining bit and pieces from June and July 2011. Shots taken in Rabat, Morocco; Lille...
What I’ll mostly remember about my first visit to Morocco will be the reception: two stops by policemen one afternoon, and a pair of roadside random checks on another. Let me be clear: I’m not in any way suggesting that this north African...