I walk blindly through the busy Medina, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks damp with tears. Passers-by double-take as they glance at me. Perhaps a fight with her

Another crisp morning, another early departure, another packed breakfast. This one looks very promising – fresh orange juice, yoghurt and chocolate cake. It is dark

An ocean of silence. The hush penetrates and mutes the noise and confusion of our busy city lives. This is a place for quiet contemplation,

“Many destinations are interesting, but few are truly intriguing—for intrigue requires mystery; something fascinating, yet not immediately obvious. Fez, the oldest of Morocco’s imperial cities,

Mountains, big mountains, even bigger mountains; sparse open plains extending to the horizon; lush green palmerai;  ochre desert sands; crashing waves. We had spent so much time investigating the