My uncle went back to Morocco. I wonder why.
Was it for the colours, mentality, weather? Architecture? Could it be so that he could take plenty of door photos for me? Or was it for the elbow of the woman sitting in front of him on the bus?
More photos will come in time, he let me play with all of them, many doors too. All of the ones below were taken on the same day about a month ago, apparently from the bus. And the answer to the question above? My bet is on the elbow.
There were two posts on my previous blog with his photos from his first Morocco trip:
This time no location is given. I’ve kept the order in which they were taken. Thank you, uncle! Who knows if and when I get to experience it for myself.
Morocco on the fly-by. Harsh and soft. Masculine and feminine. Everyday and glorious. When you know you’re on another continent.