Thursday, 25 March 2010
Once upon a time in Fnideq, a small town in northern Morocco, there was a car that really needed to be washed.
So the car went to the shop.
And in the trunk of the car, there was a little white goat, and that goat really needed a shower too.
But once washed, the goat started to shiver.
No problem though: she put on her cardigan.
(and then, just like that, she felt like calling someone).
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
It starts at the beautiful new train station of Fez.
A few years ago I would take the train to go to Meknes almost every day. That's only sixty kilometers or so from Fez, but at the time there was only one track - and there were delays all the time. More often than once, what was supposed to be a one-hour ride would become a two-hours trip. I would often come home at 9 p.m. , and I had to go back to Meknes the next morning at 6 a.m.
That's probably why I don't like to go to Meknes - in my mind, the city means lack of sleep.
(But there are two tracks now, and bridges that shorten the trip; and the train ride only lasts a half-hour - it's like magic).
I only know the Ville nouvelle of Meknes. That's where is the French high school where I taught for two years.
Come visit the city with me; it's a little like Fez, but at the same time, very different.
- If you want to see more pictures, go to my flickr page.