This is the big tannery of Fez - lime on one side, colour on the other. Last week, they were doing yellows, this week, browns. Hundreds of skins in each hole, soaking up pigments and colours and fats.
Or spearmint. At every corner, in every cup of tea.
This guys looked really happy for some reason. Good for him!!
This is the medium one in Fez. It was just past the Eid al-Adha, so the tanneries weren't in full swing yet, only a few people working, but most pits were full of skins.
Nothing has changed in ages...
Epic clouds showed us the way south.
The donkeys in Morocco are tiny!!
That's Moulay Idriss Zerhoun in the background.
In this "little" shop, rooms upon rooms filled to the point of being dangerous with layers and layers of ... "stuff". Everything imaginable, and many many more.
Protected by buddha.
The incredibly deep blue in Asilah are so pure that they cannot be captured, you have to see it yourself.
Dejected and sad.
Probably for a petit taxi or grande taxi to get into town.
This one must have thought it could get out of its fate.
With little sense of _community_, most apartements are littered with satelite dishes, since every family has to get their own. It makes for interesting vistas, though I can't believe that it's very practical.
I just wanted to jump in a taste all that was in there. Such lovely colours that you could almost taste with your eyes.
Every colour imaginable, each of them available to the artisan that would command the colours to form wonderous weaves.
Tomatoes & onions - very sweet both of them, very tasty, very nice.
Layers of buildings on top of other buildings on top of narrow laneways on top of hills. Such complex layers.
Up on the hill, on our way to a #hammam, I looked back and saw part of the town and wonderous clouds behind it all.