Tales From a Jinn Palace. Buying a Home in Morocco. A Conversation Paid For in Postage Stamps.

In Morocco no one ever gets permission. Tales From a Jinn Palace. Buying a Home in Morocco. Conversation Paid For in Postage Stamps.

Two nights ago I went down to the dogs. Muslims believe that when God created Man from clay, He also fashioned another species from smokeless fire.

In recent years Europeans have made a beeline for Morocco, lured by the medinas of Marrakech, Mèknes and Fès. They rent rooms in the glorious riads, courtyard homes, or even buy them and embark on the renovation. Tales From a Jinn Palace.

Tales From a Jinn Palace. In the UK a boarded up house might attract squatters. As if by some Medieval right of sale we inherited three guardians with the house. The place, they said, was chock-full of the most despicable Jinns.

What do you miss most when you are away? I miss the café society, the strong dark coffee served in thimble-sized glasses, and I miss buying fresh fish at the port, and the dazzling sight of red bougainvillea outside my bedroom window. But most of all I miss the gentleness of people and the sound of donkeys braying in the night.

Standing in its cool shadow, I knocked once, then again. A moment later the door was swinging inwards, and I was waved in by a figure in cream-coloured robes. As he led the way upstairs, he said that the gathering was about to begin. As well as the literary salons, Marrakech is home to the wonderful Café du Livre, a relaxed blend of bookshop and restaurant patronised .

The plumber wiped a rag over the crown of his bald head.

A Conversation Paid For in Postage Stamps. A Conversation Paid For in Postage Stamps. Do you have any to spare? He enquired politely. I thought for a moment. I told him to come back in a week. I asked what he meant.