Back in the 80s, where we used only film, I traveled to Morroco, a land full of green pastures, hills, and people traveling by foot in the roads. It was a trip to the past, when everything was still made by hand. Weabers would work in the street while scents of spices filled the air. Prayers from the minarets were heard like chants of the clouds. It is a very spiritual land regardless of the regilion they profess. This is a collection of scanned photos from that trip. I still keep that camera, a Pentax that I thought was broken for many years. A will add some more as I scan them.

Please free to comment or add your experiences if you have travelled to this fascinating country. Thank you for visiting.