We got into the 70's today. It was glorious.
Below the overlook, someone was fishing on the rocks, and the walls of the cemetery were being white-washed.
Lots of people were fishing today.
In the medina, I saw this odd pile of wool pieces outside of a doorway. I'm guessing the wool was put there to dry in the sun, but I don't know what it's used for--maybe for thread. It's common for tailors to spin their own.
Things were mellow on the beachfront promenade. Fishing boats were coming in with the catch, and of course there was a beach soccer game going on. The salt water smelled to me like summer in Galveston, even with my cold.
I passed these women on their donkeys, going home from the Asilah Thursday market.
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| A good place to enjoy the sun |
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| Fresh air in the bedroom |
Some boys ran by under our window, singing, on their way to the overlook.
Below the overlook, someone was fishing on the rocks, and the walls of the cemetery were being white-washed.
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| He caught two fish while I watched. |
Lots of people were fishing today.
In the medina, I saw this odd pile of wool pieces outside of a doorway. I'm guessing the wool was put there to dry in the sun, but I don't know what it's used for--maybe for thread. It's common for tailors to spin their own.
Things were mellow on the beachfront promenade. Fishing boats were coming in with the catch, and of course there was a beach soccer game going on. The salt water smelled to me like summer in Galveston, even with my cold.
I passed these women on their donkeys, going home from the Asilah Thursday market.
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