I was in Casablaca twice for short periods of time. Both times I was terrified. The first time I arrived with my brother by train and had a few hours to kill for the connecting train to Marrakech. We wanted take the train to the beach, but with our pour French ended up in the port... Scary people. The second time I just driving through in the dark, over the ring-motorway around the city; no street lights, cars with out lights and people in long black dresses crossing, jumping just in front of our car. I don't understand how we could have missed all of them. Anny, the most beautiful collection of women I've ever seen anywhere, still provide a fond memmory of this place.

everithing is in blue and white, with gorgeous front doors of the homes