It is dry here in the mountains of Morocco, so there are few insects, few birds. There is the scuttling sound of a beetle, or a cricket from time to time, maybe a lizard will come out to warm himself in the sun but he makes no noise. Some people must have found themselves enchanted... Continue Reading →

I’ve decided to call us Mr and Ms Beignet, which is a little pastry with flour and eggs and different sorts of fillings. There’s an expression in French that goes ‘se faire rouler dans la farine’ which means ‘to be taken advantage of. We are the Beignets! We’re doing our best, but I haven’t had... Continue Reading →

(A quick post from the ferry from Marseille to Tangier.) We’re having one of those ‘travelers’ trips, when you meet people you’re likely to never see again and talk about everything under the sun with no inhibitions. Jane, the septuagenarian half Dutch, half Jewish lady with six languages; the young Swiss Michaël, a Steiner school... Continue Reading →