Frances McCue

Walt Whitman in Marrakesh

Okay, I have to step away from Marrakesh for a bit. Getting up to Marrakesh is one thing, but what actually happened to us there—well, that’s really about joy and then tragedy. Then, the story goes trauma narrative. Mohammed Daoudi led me to the country; Ahmed Radi led me to the city; the Fulbright branch of the US Department of State led me to Cadi Ayyad University. Next thing you know, my husband Gary and our daughter Maddy and I are living in Riad Essalam, a pretty little crossroads on the northwest corner of the city, right up against the bled.

So, you can read about some of the story on my Marrakesh page. Just click on Walt Whitman in Marrakesh. That’s something I wrote along the way.

And, there will be more.

In the meantime, suffice it to say, I’ll be steering toward the elements that draw us to particular places. Are we genetically driven to live in certain regions? Do spiritual remnants pull us to particular places.

Here’s Maddy playing with some friends on the beach near Essaouira, on the Atlantic coast. As near as I can tell, she’s pre-disposed to seashores.


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