02-05-12. Blue predominates here. All the buildings here are painted some shade of it. Strange that it never figured in the pages of William Gass' treatise on blue.
It is a pretty town perched in the foothills of the Atlas mountains in a national park. J and I spent the afternoon yesterday trekking up into the hills and soaking up the sunshine. There is still snow on the mountaintops.
John bumps his head and leaves much bloody evidence for the investigating detectives
John thinking about blue blue blue
Mood indigo
Boys frolicking in the waterfall on May Day (trying to escape boring speeches in town square)
Cafe view
My favourite ham
Inside the City wall (our hotel is right in the Medina)
Al Kasaba, 15th century fort in the middle of town
Tower view overlooking the mosque and the square
Al Sayyid al Horro (the warrior princess of Chefchaouen) (fierce!)
J with new daisy necklace points to our hotel
"Here's the route of yesterday's big hike"
"Here's where we ran into the ponies (see below)"
"We crossed over this saddle..."
"...and returned back by this narrow goat path, passing by these houses built into the cliff face"
It is a pretty town perched in the foothills of the Atlas mountains in a national park. J and I spent the afternoon yesterday trekking up into the hills and soaking up the sunshine. There is still snow on the mountaintops.
"Here's John with Suleiman and Hassan, who've cornered the Chefchaouen daisy necklace trade"
A Dung beetle named Atlas, pushing the dung of the world (or at least, the European Union)
up the Atlas mountains
Ponies carrying huge faggots of kif for sale to all those crazy euro rastas hanging out in the medina
(no it's not, you suckers, it's eucalyptus)
Here's a 360 of the extraordinarily bee-yoo-tee-ful Kasaba garden during call to prayer
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