Before I started the New York blog, we lived in Morocco which is where I started blogging as a way to keep in touch with my family. (See The House in Marrakesh). Anyway it sort of blossomed.
But we go back to Morocco pretty often. First place we went to was Cafe France
where we watched the world go by on foot
on bikes and mopeds and even caleches.
We walked through the souks, past the olive sellers
Saw our first charming pussy cat (pregnant of course!)
glanced into an antique shop
tried to avoid the carpet sellers
wondered if my granddaughter would like little princess shoes
and admired the patina of old shutters.
Then we walked through our old neighborhood
in search of old friends. More of that good stuff later. Here derb djedid our old street.
