Guard Dogs

The Medina Marrakesh



Marrakesh Biennale 6


How lucky to find myself in Marrakesh during the Biennale in 2016. I came across this installation at an intersection while checking out local galleries in the suburb of Gueliz.

The Zbel Manifesto Collective of four artists from Marrakesh comment here on something close to my heart, a concern about the proliferation of plastic, or at least that is what their work says to me, though no doubt the French explanation tells more.

It would be impossible to go for a walk and pick up plastic along the highways in Morocco;  you would never reach your destination.


Sadly the white flecks along this dry creek bed are plastic bags, not stones. We have yet to come to grips with the environmental consequences of plastic, that 20th Century wonder  material.

Wake me up to eat..

…Morocco Burgers


The eating places on main highways have a familiar utilitarian, slightly shabby, non-pretentious air. They look more like truck stops than tourist destinations. Located on the outskirts of towns, more often than not we simply pass through such places, eager to reach the next big ticket attraction on our itinerary.

Not so at Zaida, a small Moroccan town (pop approx 5,000) in the province of Midelt. With the benefit of local knowledge, we pulled in. “Here you will eat the best Moroccan burgers”, grinned Said our wonderful guide and foodie extraordinaire. He chose a slab of meat, chatting to the chef who minced, spiced and cooked our burgers.

Meanwhile we sat on the the wide verandah at the red topped tables waiting expectantly. A local family were already tucking into their meal. Out the front, more cooking, with rows of orange tagines complimenting the blue china plates laid on our table. Across the street we spied a fruit and vegetable stall to buy fruit for later, and the universal truckie fast food pit stop Pizza Hut, its dusty sign holding no allure for us.

The burgers did not disappoint, while fruit and the friendly farewell from the vegetable vendors made our memories of Zaida all the sweeter. Sometimes it is the everyday simple experiences of life that make special moments.


Zaida Cooking