Mali Photography: and a tale of women

So extravagant
So exuberant
So bedecked
So bejeweled

The women
Yes, the women
The women of Mali. 

PS I've been diagnosed with malaria and I am sick, so sick. Pls send all of your best Get Well Mojo my way.

Mali photography: and a tale of reading and writing {or not}

Imagine this.  Imagine you couldn’t read or write.  You could never read a newspaper, or a novel, or a recipe.  You could never keep a diary, or make a grocery list or write a love letter.   Imagine you couldn’t even write your name.  You had to sign an x instead.  Oh.

Yes, yes, imagine that.  How different.  How very different life would be.

Segou, Mali: and a tale of leaving your car in the garage

This weekend, remember that piggyback rides are a most excellent form of transportation. 

  {I advise leaving your car in the garage.}

Mali: and a tale of painting {ahem, exuberantly}

When you weren't looking, I slipped away to Mali on assignment.  

When I get back to Marrakech, I think I might just paint all my walls at Peacock Pavilions.

PS Hang out with me on Twitter, if you're interested in my Malian chatter:  http://twitter.com/MyMarrakesh