Blog Posts - Djellabas



Morocco—and an ode to its unexpected pops of blue.

Blue. It had never been my color. Even as much as I love color, all colors, really, I never quite got to like blue. Granted, it is the color of the sky, and of the ocean. Two of the most magnificent elements of the universe. But the sky is almost alw...
by Essaouira Walking on Jan 18, 2011

Music—and an ode to the old men who play it.

Old men in Morocco. I see them, sitting in gentle alleys and observing the movement of life and time, and curiosity invades my every sense. Especially if they are wearing those djellabas…I feel the temptation. The temptation of going up to them and...
by Essaouira Walking on Jan 6, 2011

Morocco—and another ode to beautiful doors.

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by Essaouira Walking on Dec 14, 2010

Today's Moroccan Photo

The lady in red... *************** Photo by Ruben Seabra...
by Essaouira Walking on Dec 13, 2010

Morocco—and an ode to quiet walks.

Morocco is full of life. And of energy. A rollercoaster for the senses. And the emotions.Monkey handlers. Snake charmers. Sparkling storytellers. Mysterious potion sellers. Colors. Smells. Movement.But for me, the charm lies somewhere else. The quiet...
by Essaouira Walking on Oct 26, 2010

Morocco—and an ode to men in djellabas.

Oh, my memories of Morocco… It’s strange, the things you remember sometimes… Sometimes I see things that take me right back to Morocco. Some things always bring it right back into my mind. Things that look inevitably Moroccan. Things like men i...
by Bazaar Hopping on Aug 10, 2010

Morocco—and an ode to men in djellabas.

Oh, my memories of Morocco… It’s strange, the things you remember sometimes… Sometimes I see things that take me right back to Morocco. Some things always bring it right back into my mind. Things that look inevitably Moroccan. Things like men i...
by Bazaar Hopping on Aug 10, 2010

Morocco—and an ode to men in djellabas.

Oh, my memories of Morocco…It’s strange, the things you remember sometimes…Sometimes I see things that take me right back to Morocco. Some things always bring it right back into my mind. Things that look inevitably Moroccan. Things like men in...
by Essaouira Walking on Aug 10, 2010

Fez—and an ode to the city that forgets time.

Pink Saddles and Djellabas, Edith Wharton’s Fez in Morocco is an article penned by Inka Piegsa-Quischotte, and it was recently feature on Literary Traveler. I came across it the other night, and thought it was splendid. Took me right to Fez. To Fez...
by Bazaar Hopping on Aug 9, 2010

Fez—and an ode to the city that forgets time.

Pink Saddles and Djellabas, Edith Wharton’s Fez in Morocco is an article penned by Inka Piegsa-Quischotte, and it was recently feature on Literary Traveler. I came across it the other night, and thought it was splendid. Took me right to Fez. To Fez...
by Bazaar Hopping on Aug 9, 2010

Fez—and an ode to the city that forgets time.

Pink Saddles and Djellabas, Edith Wharton’s Fez in Morocco is an article penned by Inka Piegsa-Quischotte, and it was recently feature on Literary Traveler.I came across it the other night, and thought it was splendid. Took me right to Fez. To Fez,...
by Essaouira Walking on Aug 9, 2010


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