Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A City of Blue Doors

After the earth-toned palette of southern Morocco,
getting to this city of blue doors was like . . . a breath of sea air.

Where? It's Essaouira, a few hours from Marrakesh, on the Atlantic.

Ah, beautiful, relaxing Essaouira. Sunshine and seafood. More next time :-)


tone almhjell said...

Oh, gorgeous! I am particularly fond of blue doors. There is one on the way to Magnus's daycare, a greenish azure one set in an old, pale blue wooden house. I love it and usually tell it good morning and good afternoon. It's important to confuse your kids as soon as possible.

Katie Anderson said...

How fascinating that it's always the same tone of blue? Beautiful, but always similar. Interesting.

Laini Taylor said...

Hi Tone! I love that you say hello to the door. We are confusing Clementine too. For instance, she always kisses her big toes "bye bye" before putting on socks or pj's :-)

Katie, yeah, I think thatblue has significance. I think it's believed to ward away evil spirits. There's a whole blue town I really want to go to some day, Chefchaouen, in the north of Morocco. Hauntingly beautiful!

Natasha said...

Those blue doors are seriously cool. When I visited my Grandparents in Devon, along the seafront there were yellow, green, blue, red and pastel coloured houses like the blue doors. It's just lovely to see a flash of colour. It looks beautiful there. xxx

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