A Moroccan garden, and a tale of contrasts
They had been to Finland together. He, the dapper former Moroccan minister of health, and she, the Morocco office director of an international organization.
It was February in Helsinki that year, they remembered, as the bougainvillea climbed over their heads in his Moroccan garden.
With a pink and green Moroccan fountain glimmering nearby, they reminisced about how their coats had not been warm enough in the Nordic air.
Sitting in the dappled sunlight in their light cotton shirts, she remembered that the rosy cheeked Finnish babies had been swaddled in lamb fleeced strollers.
While the water rushed into his garden’s reflecting pool, she recalled the delicious fish caught through holes in the Finnish ice.
He told her that he swam twice a day in his stone-clad infinity pool. In Helsinki, Finns of all ages had jumped into frigid lakes before walking into steamy saunas.
His white house and matching white flowers were a reminder of Finland’s pristine white snow. The snow capped Moroccan Atlas Mountains many miles in the distance, an echo of the time they had once spent……… in a Winter wonderland.
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P.S. Hop over to Lalla Lydia's blog for a great round up of Moroccan cookbooks. Yum.
















As always....beautiful photos and stories....but aren't you "over here" now? Soon, I guess, after the magic slipper shopping is done :>).
Posted by:Leslie | October 03, 2007 at 07:02 PM
nice comparison between both countries and wonderful photos once again!
P.S. I sent you and email - hope it goes through to you this time
Posted by:Liisa | October 03, 2007 at 07:46 PM
Winters in Finland are indeed severe, but beautiful. However, summer temperatures in Helsinki vary between 18 and 30 degrees, so our summers are lush, even if we don't have bougainvilleas. But with global warming, who knows? ;)
Posted by:Anna | October 03, 2007 at 07:49 PM
beautiful pics, i love the way you tell stories.
Posted by:heather | October 03, 2007 at 07:49 PM
so totally gorgeous
Posted by:flutter | October 03, 2007 at 08:32 PM
How absolutely gorgeous!
Posted by:Hope | October 03, 2007 at 09:14 PM
Isn't it unbelievable who you meet in Morocco? Maybe foreigners have access to highly placed civil servants and other celebrities in Morocco, maybe Moroccans are just generally more approachable, I don't know, but it seemed like in Morocco I knew a lot of big shots and I certainly felt I must have been so special! Much more anonymous now!
Posted by:Kathy here again | October 03, 2007 at 09:26 PM
Fantastic juxtaposition. (Sorry, I just sounded like a complete wanker, but you know what I mean.) Also - that fountain. On my WORD, that fountain. I love those colors. I want to live in that fountain.
Posted by:Persephone | October 03, 2007 at 10:06 PM
DEAR GOD..these photos are fabulous! Yeah..who couldn't sit in this Eden and think fondly of Finnish tomfoolery!
Posted by:Pam Aries | October 03, 2007 at 11:12 PM
you're such a poet. so lyrical. it's such an interesting way to capture the story. as usual, very nice photos :)
Posted by:franki durbin | October 03, 2007 at 11:46 PM
I was just watching an old James Bond movie on tv the other day (I think it was Never Say Never Again), and there was scene with an underground pool built into sandstone ruins. I was thinking what a refreshing combination turquoise waters and sandy colored stone were; it certainly works beautifully in this garden! -X
Posted by:Xander | October 04, 2007 at 01:39 AM
Get me on the first plane!
Posted by:ready2spark | October 04, 2007 at 03:08 AM
Another great travelogue within a travelogue! How do you do it, Maryam!!
Posted by:Marianna | October 04, 2007 at 03:31 AM
The post kept me intrigued- all the way through!
Posted by:Neutral Dwelling | October 04, 2007 at 03:57 AM
Snow is the last thing I think of with photos like these. Makes me want to swim!
ox
Blue
Posted by:Gillian @ Indigo Blue | October 04, 2007 at 03:58 AM
I remember jumping in to the ice hole in a freezing lake AFTER going to a sauna, not before. :-)
Posted by:Minerva | October 04, 2007 at 04:05 AM
What a beautiful house! Thanks for sharing photos...the story is such a poetic one.
Hope to visit your guest-house soon. I'm sure it will be a garden of peace and a heaven of poetry.
Posted by:Houdac | October 04, 2007 at 04:23 AM
Maryam,
what a beautiful post, I hope you'll do more like this where we'll get a voyeuristic peek into the beautiful homes in Morocco -my only regret is that there aren't more pictures! What kind of camera do you use? -till next time, Lydia
Posted by:Lalla Lydia | October 04, 2007 at 04:53 AM
Great weaving of the imagination there, Miss Maryam.
Posted by:Mimi Lenox | October 04, 2007 at 04:58 AM
Bouganvillea:- I had a pink one and then it just died! Really weird! Its 35c here and I think a swim in that pool would be great!
Posted by:simon | October 04, 2007 at 05:19 AM
Love the fountain and the cosy babies..
Posted by:Azma | October 04, 2007 at 09:27 AM
You tell the best, I mean the best stories.
Posted by:Liberty Post Editor | October 04, 2007 at 03:33 PM
It's paradise, and I'm lost for words...
Posted by:cruststation | October 04, 2007 at 04:34 PM
Yes, indeed what lovely contrasts. Beautiful photos of your colleagues' gardens.
Posted by:Paris Parfait | October 04, 2007 at 09:10 PM
Yes,I'd like to know what camera you use, as well. Beautiful!
I haven't received my goodies from Italy yet. We shipped. I'll share when they come.
Posted by:Karen Cole | October 04, 2007 at 11:29 PM