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Gone To Wander: July 2008
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Tuesday, July 1, 2008. Essaouira : Gnaoua and world music festival; june 2008. Essaouira, the city of winds, called us for another musical date of 4 days of rythems; for the Gnaoua and world music festival. Essaouira, a gorgeous coastal cities, is always the generous breast for the sea gulls. So long, Essaouira! The fishing port of Essaouira; the harbor of the fishing ships and boats. Blue fishing boats wearing the color of Essaouira. The meeting of the fishing ships and boats under the Mogador sky.
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Gone To Wander: October 2008
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Sunday, October 5, 2008. Still Standing Since 12 Centuries. Summer was one month old and Rabat was advising me to go away, but circumstances exaggerated the trip to be short and just around here. Still it was a precious occasion to get cured from the breathless moments of hard work for my graduation. I took the bus to cross 200Kms to a very familiar place; a 12 century old city, Fez. The old part of Fez from above;. The Medina of Fez is the most complete medieval city still in existence. In the tannery, ...
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Gone To Wander: May 2008
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Thursday, May 29, 2008. Chefchaouen The Blue Heaven : 3rd week of April. The destiny finally decided for me to put the foot in Chefchaouen ; this laid back and pretty place which make you believe that the paradise is blue. The streets in the small old medina have been painted glorious shades of blue which contrasts wonderfully with the mountain backdrop. Chefchaouen a typical example of the blue Andalusian architecture. The Kasbash in the midst of Chefchaouen surrounded by a set of gathering houses.
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Gone To Wander: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009. Once upon a time, 7 months ago or so. In a summer morning, just when the clock pointed at my preferred number. I took my backpack and locked my house. I went on a short walk, counting my steps and whispering to my soul until I reached the vehicle. 3 seats in the front and a house in the back with a smooth large bed, a tall clothes case, a washbasin, a mini fridge and a stove. Driving our wheeled-house, we headed north to a large gathering of blue houses: Chechaouen. Our huge swi...
