Mar 23, 2008
People are always praying in Marrakesh. The Muslims pray five times a day starting at five in the morning. We were staying literally one door away from a temple. So when the prays started each morning I was basically right in the middle of the action. It was quite soothing actually. I always looked forward to it. Yun and I used to our advantage. when I would draw in the afternoon, Yun would say, meet me at such and such a place when the afternoon prayers begin. When those loudspeakers would start to crackle I knew it was time to go meet her. This door I drew was right next to a temple also. The head guy stool vigil out in the street intensely watching me draw. A store keeper brought me some mint tea while I was painting. He told me not to take any photos of the praying because they don't take to kind to it. No problemo. He said they dig my drawing though. I always obey the law of the streets.