My phone was stolen earlier this evening as I was making my way through a shoulder-to-shoulder crowd in the medina in Marrakech. It’s the first time I’ve been ripped off on the road. I’ve visited 54 countries and traveled extensively and sometimes intensively over the past dozen years, and only found myself on the verge of being robbed once. So I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later.
It nonetheless sucks. I began searching through photos for some appropriate off-color graffiti to dedicate to the thieves, but since I’m leaving in the morning, I decided I’d rather dedicate the 252nd straight Pic du Jour to this gentleman and the countless others just like him, who work anonymously and rarely noticed or acknowledged, pulling and pushing carts day and night, some delivering fruit, some portering luggage, others hauling foul trash. They’re the true heart and soul that make this fascinating city, one that gives the term sensory overload a new meaning, function as well as it does.
I’ve got photos to cull for three projects from my 11 days here, but I probably won’t get to them until sometime early next week. Upon return I have another move to immediately prepare and pack for, another monster and more permanent one one. And I’ll only have about four days to get it done.
At least I won’t be bothered by phone calls.
And for the record, today’s Pic du Jour was taken in Jemaa el-Fnaa Square in Marrakech, Morocco, on 15-Sep-2014.