Last week, my family arrived in Casablanca for a two-week tour of Morocco. After visiting all the tourist spots in Casa, Rabat and Fes, we headed into the Atlas mountains. There, our taxi driver took us to a small cave studded with blankets, cushions, pots and Amazigh jewelry, just off the main street. A wonderful woman whose family had lived there for a century and who now opens her home to travelers made us tea and drowned my 11-year-old brother in a large djellaba.
The woman had other visitors, as well.
In case you’re in the area, here is her address: Fatima is on Rue Al Kasba, Zankat Ali Bouchroy in Sefrou.
Sorry for the graininess of pictures — been having some, er, camera trouble recently. Happy New Year!