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| It was raining when I arrived in Moulay Idriss, but it cleared up enough for me to take some photos. Thank goodness, or I'd never have met my Moroccan family! |
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| This picture does a poor job showing just how dizzying these rocks were. It felt kind of like one of those Magic Eye pictures where you get all cross-eyed. I worried if I didn't turn away I'd tumble down, down... |
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| Khadija was very excited to show me the natural spring. "The water is natural! It is not brought there by people!" I had to arrange this photo carefully to avoid including the scum and garbage. "It's better in the summer..." |
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| Further dizzyness. |
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| And some people get to see this every day... |
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| Khadija told me if you look at Moulay Idriss from the sky, the shape of the houses form Muhammed's name. |
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| ALLAHU-AKBAR! |
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| The street across from Khadija's house. I liked the carpets hung out to dry. |
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| I walked to Volubilis, the Roman ruins, one morning. I took this photo on the way there. |
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| Also on the road to the ruins. |
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| At the ruins. Obviously. |
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| I ate a bowl of these guys in Fez--it's photographic foreshadowing! |
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| My favorite part of Volubilis was continually stumbling upon these mosaics. |
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| This was my favorite mosaic. Not because I particularly love scenes of slaughter, but because I love that someone deemed this worthy of immortalizing in art for ETERNITY. |
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