garden tales from a Brit abroad
We spent the past week in Marrakech. It was my first taste of North Africa; I had expected the earthy smells and colours, the noise, the warmth of the February sun. What took me by surprise was the intricacy of the city – its wooden fretwork, filigree tinware, calligraphy, mosaic tiles, the plasterwork like piped icing, the delicate mashrabiyya screens, even the tiny details of the fresh mint, rose petals and spices piled up in the souks.
Such patterning played a strong part in the gardens we visited. I will post more later in the week.