It was back in December that she had first heard of her. Ingrid Pullar. Ingrid was photographing a story that the New York Times was running on Marrakech. No slouch, in addition to the New York Times, she had taken photographs for Time Magazine.
The blogging girl took one look at Ingrid's portfolio and emailed her. The email didn't have to go far- - only to Casablanca where the Swedish photographer had lived for years. Ingrid was friendly, and they exchanged a number of emails and phone calls.
Life hadn't been easy for the blogging girl recently, and so she turned to Ingrid's photos for beauty therapy. Then she thought that perhaps, just perhaps, you might be in need of a little beauty therapy, too...
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Picking Moroccan saffron. The poetic spice culled from an equally poetic flower.....
A tagine, the ubiquitous Moroccan stew seen bubbling all around the city. Cooked in a conical dish by the same name. So delicious.
Moroccan roses in a hammam bowl......... Morocco has valleys filled with roses. No wonder that Moroccan souks are filled with rose soap, rose cream, and rose oil, made fresh.
