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The Path

You walk down down a hallway and something catches your eye.  A large door looms in the distance.  You're sure you've never noticed it before but there it is.  Looming.


You approach it slightly slower than before.  You weren't expecting to see it, can't be certain what's on the other side.  Light shines from beyond it but who knows what, or who, waits behind it.  You push it open slowly and walk through.


A courtyard is revealed bathed in harsh sunlight.  Sticks warn against entering an arch on the other side so you look around to find the next obvious exit.  


Finding a gap in the wall you push through and wonder who else has passed through these ancient walls.  


There is a lack of anyone else around and yet you feel that you're following someone.  Someone wants you to carry on pushing through these unexpected doors and archways.  So you do.



Climbing higher and higher.  Passing through great corridors of history and tradition.  And tiny little doors of no seeming significance but suddenly there you are.   

- all photos by me, 2009, Kasbah El Glaoui & Ait Benhaddou
With a view down onto the path you've traveled, up amongst the stork nests and higher than the palm trees.    

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