the markets in morocco are more like mazes as you walk through endless doorways leading to new trinkets.
because dryers are not found in morocco, a mother hangs her laundry out in the sun.
a man is opening his shop for the day as i catch him cleaning the tables.
a brother and sister fight in the streets of their neighborhood.
a boy comes out of the shadows of his home, curious as to what i am doing.
a girl runs away as i try to snap a quick picture of her in front of her home.
a man cuts open fruit that stains your mouth purple. as locals call it "the vampire fruit"
a child gets goofy in front of the camera for me.
roaming around the market, a shopkeeper grabs some chocolates for me.
a moroccan family prepared a meal, as they invited us in their home.
the book market is covered in translucent tents. tree shadows creep up on you as you walk.