Morocco. The land of olives and oranges, dates, bread and harisa, strong mint tea, cookies laced with honey and almonds, lamb. A place were soccer is played in narrow alleys late into the night, neighborhoods are organized around bakeries and the hammam, and even the simplest of homes is a visual feast of painted tile, carved wood, chiseled plaster. The call to prayer. Men in … Continue reading morocco.


We’ve just returned from three weeks in India: mostly in Rajasthan, the desert lands of Kings, with a brief interlude for a spectacular wedding, followed by a much needed respite in Kerala, God’s own Country, as they say. Ah, India. When I close my eyes, I see it still, patterned against my eyelids, red and vibrant as if I’d stared too long into the sun. … Continue reading india.