Monthly Archives: March 2012

There is something about walled cities. They have a sense of romance and mystery, of man’s struggle to protect his own, or perhaps it’s just about history. Walled cities are meant to be stormed, like pages of a book waiting … Continue reading →

Today I could stay here for six months, the rest of my life even. Today nature’s neon has all bulbs blazing. The sun is high in a cloudless sky,  turning grey water turquoise and grubby sand golden. The walk to … Continue reading →

Old people should not travel, amend, old women should not travel, amend, old women who like the simple necessities in life like doctors, chemists and black cabs should not travel. Day three and the sky is still grey. Granted, it … Continue reading →

It isn’t. The weather. It isn’t glorious, it’s grey, muggy and grey. I catch up on face book and see a friend’s post “Have you ever seen a sky so blue?” I want to throw my Al Jazeera plasma screen … Continue reading →

Moroccans don’t eat before seven, Ramadan or not. They drink before seven; ironic for a Muslim country. Having discovered the perfect little Italian restaurant – well it had Spag Bol on the menu, and deciding that as it was quarter … Continue reading →