Azzemour

                                                              Oum Rabie

Siyed Moulay Bouchaib

Mehdi

Twins coming back from school

Ayatt

                                                        Selfportraits in the train station

Throughout my childhood, I've been exposed to the "sealed lips". My best friend and I suffer since we knew each other of the "I talk about, I don't do". Whatever the field, we've always been deprived of things we were expecting after having talked too much about them. From toys, to leisure activities, dates, trips...
My best friend was spared this time. You have been following my project about Azzemour since August, well, after many failed attempts, today, I visited it.

Many (most of the) streets there look like Chefchaouen and Essaouira's, but Azemmour is very different from those two cities in terms of people. Away from people who give you memoribilia or welcome you in a pleasant way, there are people who try to be friendly but who lack of practise, probably because they're not exposed to a daily dose of tourists. Among those people, we met Mehdi, who detailed his life in hours without giving us time to understand. In a few words, Mehdi graduated and is going to France to work there in a few days, but actually, he's still in highschool and is gonna pass his baccalaureate in a few months.
How did we meet Mehdi? We were asking for a way and he helped us by giving us the direction. The direction included the "3awd lia hyatek, n3awd lik hyati", conclusion, b9ina hna.
Because of this fact, we missed the first train. We went to a cafe where hot "chocolate" costs 5 MAD, a premiere, then we took a cab which went around the city and costed 10 MAD, the joys of the counter's absence.

Ladies and gentlemen, this was the post all of you(me) were(was) waiting for.