Moroccan Uber

My kids enjoying the view

My kids enjoying the view from inside Richard Branson's Kasbah Tamadot.

Moroccan shashiya music lesson.

A Jewish cemetery in Marrakech Morocco with a mosque in the background. Unlike many places in North Africa, there is little or no tension between the Arabic and Jewish population; when I asked about it, the locals don't even seem to get the question. Custom requires that you wash your hands after leaving the cemetery to prevent angry spirits from following you out.

This is a leather tannery, and it is not for the fain of heart. It is off the tourist beaten path. The area is strewn with animal hides in various states of processing, with chunks of hair and debris all around. We were given what was called by the local who showed us around a "Moroccan Gas Mask" which amounted to a fist full of mint leaves to make the smell bearable.
The magic formula is 7 days in lye, 1 day in pigeon poop, 7 days in a wheat solution, and 30 days in a dye vat for color, and voila! your handbag is ready...

This square is hidden just off, literally, a hole in the wall in one of the endless chaotic alleyways of the Souks. It shows signs of leather working and the age and character of the city.

Eating is a big part of the night market and the cooking stands are EXTREMELY aggressive about fishing people in for dinner. This sheep head was tempting...

This merchant in the night market pauses for a break with the traditional Moroccan mint tea.

The chaos of Jemma el-Fnaa and smoke from the plethora of grilled meats swirl behind this lantern merchant. She seems at once a part of the scene, and yet serenely isolated from the energy behind her. It was one of those great photographic moments when we make eye contact just as the shot is taken.

My 15 year old son on a Camel in the Agafay desert.

This good look'n dude liked his pic so much he asked me to email it to him lol.