Where does time go? here's the
next lot of photos from Morocco, from the desert. I'll add little things like flowers and the inevitable creepy-crawlies in time. In the bread making towards the end, Haj played the Magician, a lump of dough buried in sand and glowing charcoal until it humped up in a small earthquake, scraped to remove sand then soft&fragrant to go with the soup.
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