You don’t know what’s outside the door. You just have to open it on up and see what’s there.
Example: some days you wonder why anyone would deem it fitting to gift the U.S. Ambassador a misuse of taxidermical talent in the fiscian form, and other days you are looking past chicken-heads that litter the sidewalks because they are trumped by awe-inspiring testaments of human creation on the greater canvas.
I was just here a few days ago.
And now I’m here, against a backdrop of occasional animal heads within the markets.
I’ve been in Morocco for about three days, and suffice it to say that I still have eight point stars in my eyes. Not only does this country enjoy vehicle-free sidewalks, functioning traffic lights and other feats of modern engineering, but the country also projects an exterior that is immediately identified as beautiful to the passer-by.
Dakar isn’t like this. In fact, it might be the opposite of this place. But that doesn’t mean I am dissatisfied with my country selection. I’m simply saying that Morocco uses a different measuring stick when they set about to doing business. I’ve got lots of pics, and I’ll try to pout some up in a bit. For now, here I am, and off we go for a few weeks above 14° N.