Morocco, a small tour
An invitation to travel in this beautiful country, so close and so different
Our imaginary journey goes from Tangier to Fez, starting with the lighthouse of Cape Spartel
Here we are already in the mountain, not very far
In this symphony in blue, a few notes of red
Moulay Idriss 1
Other Legendary Village
Moulay Idriss 2
Because of a great saint whose memorial is here
Even the Romans loved Morocco
They left some beautiful vestiges there!
And here is Meknes, an imperial city!
The sultan Moulay Ismaïl, friend of Louis XIV, made there this basin of Aguedal
And this stable of 12,000 horses! The power of kings was measured by the number of horses ...
His tomb is a sanctuary that can be visited
It's a marvel to contemplate
We are slow to leave it!
Back to the seaside in Rabat, the former capital
The Bou Regreg separates it from Salé, the city of the pirates
Who scoured the entire Atlantic coast
Where we see this mosque, a composition in abyme
In contrast, the Chellah and its minaret, kingdom of storks
Where Roman ruins neighbor the tombs of Sultan Abu el Hassan and his wife Shems ed Douha: ‟Sun of the Morning‟.
In town, the Oulayas Riad, next to the Kasbah,
Invite us to the freshness of Nouzhat Hassan Park, behind the Medina
While the Mausoleum of Mohammed V shows us, to the envy,
That the art of the builders is perpetuated, in Morocco
Next to it, the minaret of the old Hassan mosque, and its ruins
Make us meditate on the death of empires
Here, the city of business we reserve nice surprises, like Scala, ancient fort become restaurant
Or the village-marabout of Sidi Abd er-Rahman, rock of holiness lost in the sea
In town, in the Habbous, the Pacha's palace became Prefecture
And the recent Hassan II mosque stands as a lighthouse
Green is the color of Islam, the white of prayer
Beside, in the museum, this bronze door plunges us into the interlacing of its arabesques.
Let us admire this cistern and its magic pillars .
Do not tell me that you would not want to be there!
Or here in Marrakech ‟the French‟
In the Bahia's palace
Or the Majorelle garden, a French painter
But we are still better in the majestic Atlas, far from the cities
Or in this village, a real movie set
Before arriving at Ouarzazate, another village of Bedouins,
To return to the Atlas, the giant that supports the world
And get lost in the desert
Where the Bedouins tents resemble the dunes
Where the wells are craters,
The oasis are mirages
And the villages, ghosts!
In the middle of nowhere, a shepherd is gazing at the Atlas.
And here we are in Fez, the mysterious
Where the king hides in his palace
And the dinandiers in the medina.
The Fondouk Neijarine opens its doors
Before those of the medersa Sahrij: we contemplate their mysteries
Which are hiding here?
Like the minaret of the Royal Palace
And what is this approaching shadow?