In Morocco, Kitchens
Kitchens, a form of material culture, often determine the shape of the cuisine. By the limitations imposed by the tools, …
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In Morocco, Bread is Life
When the only bread you eat comes pre-sliced out of a plastic bag, it’s almost impossible to understand that “staff …
In Morocco — George Orwell, Bread, and Stirrings of Post-Colonialism
George Orwell spent the winter of 1938-1939 in Morocco, for reasons of poor health. Author of stinging commentaries on colonial …
In Morocco, Travelers’ Tales
In the following passage, from R. B. Cunninghame Graham’s Mogreb-El-Aska (1898), Cunninghame Graham describes (in somewhat superior tones!) the spirit …
In Morocco, It’s a Sheep’s Life
Even without Islam, Moroccan culture would revere sheep — like the American buffalo, their flesh and their wool provide sustenance …
In Timeless Morocco
In 1917, American novelist Edith Wharton spent the month of September in Morocco. She wrote of her experiences in In …
Open-Air Markets, Vanishing Communities?
“How much more French can I get?,” I asked myself as the vendor behind the melons glared at my right hand snaking toward a cantaloupe.
Poking the tomatoes, prodding the chile peppers, breaking off a hunk of fragrant golden ginger, and deliberately bruising cilantro leaves to get a whiff of that perfume, I moved through the Parisian open-air market on Rue de Rennes, the Eiffel Tower looming behind me. There, in front of me, dozens of golden cantaloupes sat, pyramided in a perfect triangle.
Africa on My Mind
Africa has a way of capturing souls. Years ago, I lived in Morocco, in North Africa. The food, the carpets, and landscape enthralled me. Then came Burkina Faso. Sub-Saharan Africa. Hot. Dry. Dusty. Mysterious. And seductive. The two years I lived there, in the capital of Ouagadougou, the name an opening into a world completely unlike anything I’d ever seen. Or even dreamed of.
