The door to our little room in Chefchaouen, shown above, is multicoloured. The rest of this town in the Rif Mountains is blue.
We hitched a ride with some lovely young Dutch travellers from the Sahara over the middle Atlas range to Fez, passing such sights as a shepherd watching his flock of sheep graze on a roundabout at the intersection of main roads.
We are lodging in the ancient medina, in a heavily tiled dar with a rooftop view of a courtyard shaded by laden orange trees, medina rooves and mountains.
We wandered the medina.
The riad we are staying in is built around a tiled courtyard, with a rooftop garden which looks over the mosque and palm trees on one side and the Atlas Mountains on the other.
The alley at the door leads to the main square, in which snake charmers, fortune tellers, henna artists and drummers ply their trades.
The souk behind the square sells such things as tagines,
lamb cooked in tagines served with mint tea,
shoes and Berber pashminas.
All of the buildings in Marrakesh are painted in shades of the colour behind this giant wall painting, which is the colour of the earth here.