#tbt series : memories from Morocco

I don’t really have good memories from Morocco. I guess I was just too young, too naive and too idealistic to travel there by myself but the fact is that the reality hit me hard. I ended up with wrong people, was completely disregarded and disrespected as a woman, as a European, as an atheist, even as a vegetarian I was at the time.

I did manage to see quite a bit of the country and to be honest, the only good memory I have after a month of living there is Marrakesh. This is where I finally got to see the colours of Morocco, the people being actually nice (even if it was only because I was a tourist), or the food being freaking amazing.

So if there is something that can save my memories, that would be it. And I would really like to go back there in a more appropriate circumstances (and never again alone!) and add to the list some more positive experiences. Who knows…

So there won’t be anything else here apart from the few pictures I have from that not-so-cold winter in Morocco back in 2012 (I remember being really into lomography at the time, hence the poor quality of some pictures…)