Thursday, April 15, 2010

Moroccan Snapshots


Coca Cola written in arabic... with the best fish & chips in Casablanca...



Traditional Oven in the country side... for baking bread (Khobz)...


Snakes without Charmer...



Our view while eating a chicken tajine in Marrakech...


Moroccan Sleepers (Balghats) with hundreds of colours....

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Moroccan Snapshots



Holding the Old Fez Together...



Two Cats & One Boy...


Anybody Home!!!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

One Morning at the "Marche Central" in Casablanca

It's the main market in the centre of Casablanca. It was created during the protectorate by the French to satisfy the Europeans needs. Today, it's still aimed at the Europeans but also the Moroccan upper class...



A Shark & a Tale





Horse Meat Butcher, Alison & Zachary



Fresh & Dried Fruits

Moroccan Snapshots...

Small camera in my shirt pocket... Ready to snap moments...



Un cheval avec des yeux d'un etre humain!!!



La rue est a nous, les chats...




Les oiseaux se nourissent... C'est selfservice et c'est gratuit!!!

Friday, April 9, 2010

A lunch at Dahomey Beach - Morocco in 2006

It was a butcher-come-restaurant. You buy your meat and then you take it to the cook in the same place to have it barbecued over a wood charcoal fire. Mmmmm... It was delicious... She gave me the best smile too...










Butcher-come-Restaurants are very common in Morocco.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Old Moroccan Architecture at the Edge of Desert & the High Atlas

I took these pictures while visiting Morocco with Alison & Zachary in 2006. I love the simplicity and the practicality of this architecture and above all its beauty. The Very thick walls and very small windows are to insulate the houses from the cold of snowy mountains during winters as well as from the heat during the very hot summers.






Why Expose Misery and try to see Beauty in it... Probably the feel good factor!!!

Photographing old and young Moroccan people in their everyday life is plain voyeurism. I already wrote that in a previous blog; but more and more bloggers are still doing just that.

Thinking they see beauty. There is no beauty in photographing a little girl begging in the street, just as it is not a great picture to see an old man or woman sleeping in the streets of the old Medinas. I only see voyeurism in these photos combined with a lack of respect and patronising attitude.

Local Moroccans are not a rare species of animals. They are human beings, with dignity, feelings, integrity and a soul.

I read a blog the other day that published a photo of an old man having a snooze on his bags in Jamaa Lafna, in Marrakech. The photographer was so excited and proud of her picture and expressed her desire to meet the old man again and be able to give him the photo. If only she knows how little the man will care about the picture of himself sleeping in the street... The photograph and the photographer showed a complete lack of sensitivity and respect for others, not to mention a complete lack of brains too!!!

I don't feel the need or desire to go to any country in the world and point my lens at its local people in their local misery.

Maybe the explanation is: taking pictures of misery and showing it to others makes us feel superior and certainly feel better. It's insecurity, or maybe just a way of dealing with their own depression and their own problems...

If this is the case, then it's true - Morocco is becoming a destination for therapy , for psychological healing and to regain the feel good factor.

I will always have respect for ordinary people, genuine artists and authors who lived, visited or just appreciated Morocco. People who truly loved the country and it's genuine and unique beauty who were only looking for inspiration, discovery and learning. They respected and continue to respect the culture and its people. They appreciate but don't abuse the true generosity and beauty of Morocco and its people.

I am aware of blogs showing these type of photos with the sole real purpose of serving their own sense of well-being and their needs.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Beauty & Tranquility of Morocco

At the Majorelle Gardens in Marrakech, Yves Saint Laurent had the idea... I only took the pictures.







Great minds create beauty, we can only appreciate it...

I took these pictures while visiting Morocco in 2006.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The lost friends of my childhood

As you all know, Morocco got its independence in 1956. Before then, Morocco was French for almost a hundred years.

I was born in the centre of Casablanca in 1959. As a child, my friends in the neighborhood were French, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese. We all played together; rugby, soccer, ping pong and tennis. We all went to the same beach.

It was normal to hear all these different languages around me and to play all these European sports. Europeans were in the majority where I grew up in Casablanca. Things also started to change at this time. There were fewer Europeans around. They were leaving the country quite rapidly. Most of these European families had been living in Morocco for more than five generations.

I was too young to understand why my friends were leaving. Some left overnight without leaving any address. Their houses were locked and abandoned. I remember the old Spanish barber who used to be all day long so busy. His shop was always crowded with Spanish people, most of them were old men who used to wear a beret.

I remember as well the many funeral corteges heading along my street, followed by many mourners all wearing black. The catholic church was not far from where I used to live. Some European families were leaving and some were dying from old age on the Moroccan soil where they were born.

I loved that part of my childhood despite the fact that my European friends left without giving any notice or saying where they were going. Surely, their parents were worried and fearful of the changes that were to come with Morocco's independence. As I am guessing that my friends were sad too for leaving their friends behind.

At the end, we lost each other and we never heard from each other again....

This clip reminds me of the lost friends of my childhood
Souvenirs Casablanca 1958 - Morocco

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Sharks out of water buying Ancient Morocco

The healthy western currency is producing a new breed: "Walking Great White Sharks". They are circling the old Moroccan cities looking for a bargain.

Heritage Dars and Riads are being gobbled up for next to nothing. Is this a modern form of colonisation of developing countries by the rich first world or simply ego-driven investment-savvy orientated people wanting a cheap, exotic holiday home with the "feel good" factor? And if the answer is simply the ego-driven, then is it fair to the locals?

As reference, please find here today's change rate of American & Australian dollars versus Moroccan Dirham:

1 Million Moroccan Dirham = $132,097 Australian Dollar
1 Million Moroccan Dirham = $121,447 US Dollar

Riads and Dars as old as 400 years are bought for less than US $50.000


The Australian government is trying to stop foreign investors from buying homes in Australia and driving house prices up....