|the street from my friends' apartment|
|entering the casbah, or the old city|
|Upkeep on the casbah's buildings is a constant need.|
|a mosque in the casbah|
The courtyards offer beautiful tile-work and gardens as well as the privacy in which to enjoy them. We had a lovely lunch here yesterday while the birds punctuated the calls to prayer from the neighborhood mosques.
The greatest creativity appears in the interior, private spaces. Today we walked through a historic palace in the casbah which now houses art exhibits, and we joked that one could enjoy the visit even if only looking at the floors and ceilings.
|inside a palace in the casbah|
|a wooden door inset in a marble doorway|
|fountain inside the palace in the casbah|
While in the casbah, we also climbed to the top of a house, which offered another shift in perspective. the confusing warren of streets have a sort of beauty from above.
|the casbah from one of its rooftops|
|the port and admiralty|
|a mosque complex near the port|
|the most inland sweep of the bay|
The day's sights were punctuated with surprises, too.
|Pack donkeys collect the trash in the casbah.|
|A mama cares for seven (we think) kittens.|
|A glance down a side street reveals a mosque.|