A weekend in a stone house in the Atlas. Snow on the peaks, almond blossom in the valley, a tagine slow on the fire. The neighbour came by with bread still warm and didn't stay long enough to be thanked. I keep thinking about the silence up there.
a journal from a house in the medina
A weekend in a stone house in the Atlas. Snow on the peaks, almond blossom in the valley, a tagine slow on the fire. The neighbour came by with bread still warm and didn't stay long enough to be thanked. I keep thinking about the silence up there.