When I look at my pictures of Bryan in Morocco, I sometimes get the curious sensation they're a window into his afterlife. Bryan on vacation. Sunburnt and smoking. Dressed like a bum in raggedy Chucks and letting his Ali Baba beard grow wild.
|On the rooftop of our Marrakesh riad, washing clothes.|
|Contemplating the medina walls. B said Morocco felt "holy."|
|tea and cigarettes-- staples of the Moroccan diet.|
|A tourist-trap moment in the Djemaa el Fna. B wasn't pleased about this. ("I just felt bad for that monkey.")|
|From the balcony of our hotel in Gueliz.|
|A Lawrence of Arabia moment.|