In Essaouira on the atlantic coast of Morocco I met a man in a woodcarving workshop. He told me about his younger brother who works in a village on the edge of the sahara desert where they still fire their klins with date palm leaves and use a special pottery technique that hasn’t changed in hundreds of years. The village is called Tamegroute, which translates into:

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“Last place before the desert”

 

On my journey I met a lot of interesting people, getting to know Morocco as a country full of ambiguity, beauty and ugliness, hospitality and insidiousness, creation and destruction, hope and despair.