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Blue and gold Moroccan tile work.

Blue and gold Moroccan tile work.

The Red City that's really blue.

April 29, 2015 by Lara Joy Brynildssen in Traveling in Africa

When people call Marrakech The Red City, they mean the color of the adobe, which flares a brilliant red when the sun hits it, especially at sunrise and sunset.  I think from the distance, Marrakech glows fiery red at the beginning and end of each day.  But, once I was inside the walls of the city, the color that struck me was blue.

This door even seems to have an address,  a detail I didn't commonly find.

This door even seems to have an address,  a detail I didn't commonly find.

A bright blue metal door, with ornamental scrollwork.

A bright blue metal door, with ornamental scrollwork.

Essaouira was blue too.  Blue doors, blue trim, blue peeling paint.  Most of Morocco is both shabby and elegantly ornamented in shades of blue.  

A detail of a painted blue metal hinge on a wooden door in Marrakech.

A detail of a painted blue metal hinge on a wooden door in Marrakech.

One of my favorite doors.

One of my favorite doors.

When I travel, I often feel I should be making  awe-inspiring landscapes or cityscapes with dramatic sunsets - the sort of photographs that make everyone ooh and ahh.  The thing about Morocco is that the grand vistas spoke to me less than the little details.  While places like Iceland feel vast, and demand using ultra-wide lenses and panoramic techniques, Morocco feels intimate.   It is full of people  and tourists, all moving through this maze of  narrow streets filled with souks and cafes.  The photographer in me feels like I gypped myself by not concentrating my time shooting landscapes.  The storyteller in me looks at these images, remembers the story,  and feels content. 

I wish I knew the story behind this painted door.  A school? A family?  A restaurant?

I wish I knew the story behind this painted door.  A school? A family?  A restaurant?

A detail of a deep blue metal door in Marrakech.

A detail of a deep blue metal door in Marrakech.

April 29, 2015 /Lara Joy Brynildssen
Morocco, Marrakech, Essaouira, photography
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