MAROC collection

“The smell of mint, honey and ras el hanout filled our boat as we approached Tanger. Voices in different languages insistently offered me taxis, hotels, city tours. Quickly the noise became silence. Aboard an old Mercedez we arrived in the great Atlas Mountains. Our destiny was the sky… Chefchouen. A maze of alleys and passageways painted blue, from the floor to the ceiling. From the terrace of our riad, the night brought a hot wind carrying sand and old memories from Sahara, rocking forever my Moroccan dreams.”

In memory of my father-in-law, Franck, born and raised in Casablanca.

(picture on carrousel: Camellos by Jarrad Sang)