postcards from marrakech

no words to describe this place. it got totally under my skin.

a riad doorway

our riad terrace, where we breakfasted each morning

herboriste du paradis, place ben youssef, medina

the beginnings of a moroccan carpet hang in a riad

self portrait in the souks

moroccan teapots, polaroid spectra

with love,
-leonie

p.s. more here, here and here