Figs and Sunset

Let us all take a moment to appreciate the beautiful, finer things in life: good people, happy people, smiling people, cool morning breezes, water molecules, green grass (not in Morocco), gentle mountain slopes dotted with olive, fig, and argan trees (only in Morocco!). And very pertinent to my life these days: Essaouira's old city walls, the old Mogador standing strong, the everlasting sun setting over the Atlantic, delicate figs freshly plucked from countryside trees, calls to prayer that permeate Essaouira's ocean-scented air. Life ain't bad.

Case in point: