WALKING ON THIN ICE

on our journey, my favorite city culturally was krakow because we lucked up with the underground music folk there, got to read our poery repeatedly.

this may seem odd, especially as much as i’ve railed against morocco, but my favorite place we’ve lived so far is here in essaouira, inside the old walls of the medina. our apartment’s initial filth and unlimited flaws are more than made up for by the foreign film we enter each time we go or come through our stone alley, or the endless soundtrack we hear each time we stay in. it’s like walking through a fine art postcard, or strolling through a short story poem novel, or living inside an exotic found sound assemblage..

Quand même*

Even so
No matter what
All the same
Despite everything
Nevertheless
Against all odds
Whatever

*(Sarah Bernhardt’s motto)