Category Archives: Travel

First of May Square / Plaza Primero de Mayo (bilingual)

Bustling, busy, beautiful, Buenos Aires. A tourist trip drops into the square, The Pink House of power, walls tainted in blood, from beginning. A soothsayer’s prediction of future crimes? Los desaparecidos, los desaparecidos. Bustling, busy, beautifu,l Buenos Aires. A tourist … Continue reading

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City of Stone (Bilingual)

Bitter winds batter brittle barren basalt,   clearing clinging clouds, blanket mists, exposing lingering liquid layers of dusk and dawn. Hungry haars embracing, shrouding, A city set in stone, styled in stone. Outlying peppered between the braes, a cacophony of tons, … Continue reading

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Morocco 6: Mastering the Marrakesh Medina, maybe.

Plans I awoke on my final day to bright, blue, and beautiful sky. My hammam (steam bath) was booked for 5pm. My plan – to visit the medina, locate the spa and return to relax in the Majorelle gardens. I … Continue reading

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Morocco 5; The Atlas Mountains, and more serendipity.

These days with online map resources, which can be updated in seconds, the wonderful tome known as the Atlas is becoming a vintage item. My first Atlas was a gift from my mother and I used to love going through … Continue reading

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Morocco 4: Street Food but not Street wise.

Refreshed after a mid afternoon rest, and confident I was able to return to the same starting point for my evening street food tour as the morning, I set out to explore the Marrakesh Medina once more. Things didn’t go … Continue reading

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Morocco 3; Shopping, Cooking, Eating.

I discovered Moroccan food via one of my fav cookbooks – Claudia Roden’s “Mediterranean Cookery”, while in Spain. My cooks fingers and senses demanded to use the abundance of fresh quality produce in other dishes. The spices in the Moroccan … Continue reading

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A Flower’s Feelings (bilingual)

I am a bold flower without boldness. Whose petals are losing  their colour, missing the ruby dew. The leaves weak, missing the cerulean caress. The sad stem needing pampering from its golden compass. The dry roots in barren land, lacking … Continue reading

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