STAIRS OF MOROCCO #2

Remember this one?

It appears in the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations (9th ed.) as having been written by Hughes Mearns (1875 - 1965),

As I was walking up the stair

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today

Oh, how I wish he'd go away!

My version:

As I was climbing down the stair,

I heard a creak should not be there,

Poor old knees don't work so well,

'Where's the lift for this old gal?'

I found some more Moroccan stairs as I sorted through my photos.

Most of my photos of stairs are in the medinas - the old mud brick walled centres of the old cities - great areas to explore and wander. They are mostly poor areas and are sometimes unrestorable due to so many communal walls and narrow winding streets. There are still some large homes tucked away in these unlikely areas, with open, flowery central courtyards, ornate balconies and many rooms with intricate plaster and tile decoration. Some have been made into charming hotels and guest accommodation, called 'riads', usually owned by foreigners.

The word 'maintenance' isn't in the Moroccan vocab, so a grotty, dirty surface is usually 'cleaned' by literally splashing over a coat of brightly coloured paint. Such a shame to see the beautiful tiled surfaces treated with so little respect.

..a rare sight - clean and swept entry and steps.

The outrageously ostentatious Hassan 2nd Mosque in Casablanca had plenty of wide shallow stairs made from imported marble, and ornate entry doors made from solid titanium!!

 

...not quite as glamourous, but intriguing just the same, these fit the 'inbetween' category.

This ladder is in a ceramic factory - no workplace health and safety issues here!! 

Yes, we found some 'ordinary' stairs which turned out to be an escalator in the new and amazingly 'ordinary' [by Western standards] railway station in Marrakesh. It was such a novelty, that it was worth a photo. Such a relief to not have to climb, but oh, so ORDINARY.



By the way, the trains and inter city buses were fabulous - clean, on time, cheap, much higher standard than Australian public transport.

Yes, Morrocco is a land of extraordinary and unbelievable contrasts and contradictions [more on that to come in later posts].

HOME AGAIN //Stairs in Morocco

Hi to all my lovely blog followers.

Yes, I am home after an amazing, hectic, tiring, adventurous, stimulating, fulfilling 6 weeks.

Thanks so much for following me while I was away - Ken says he is bored with the driftwood so here is the first of many travel photos.

I will gradually read all your comments and blogs and reply over the next days. Thanks so much to new followers - I see I have reached the 100+ mark so it I will celebrate with another give away as soon as my life is in order. I am still jet lagged and chaos reigns supreme in my house, but if course I am playing with my photos before I even unpack or do the washing.

Where to start??

Maybe with something small and attainable - some of my themed photos.

 

STAIRS IN MOROCCO

I have many themes, stairs being one as I was super aware of stairs everywhere I went. My ankle and both knees complaining with every step up and down. Our hotel rooms on the tour of Morocco were always up at least one flight of stairs [non building regulation approved], some with VERY uneven and irregular riser distances- AND, every 'facility' [toilet] during the day was in a restaurant up or down stairs.