Meknes

The second time I visited Meknes, I got trapped there—the King Hassan had just died, and everything shut down; the streets were mobbed. We all just sat around watching the funeral on TV. It was a sad, strange time for everyone. I’ll always remember the wailing grandmothers, remembering their childhoods and all the things that seemed to be passing away…

meknes is my moms birth city.. its one old traditional beautfiful city.. to many hitorical monuments,, and musems,, now the city is devided to new and old city,, i prefere the old city ,, the history there woth millions of american dollars,,,the new city is very beautiful but mostely its like west countries style

I’ll be spending the next year or so teaching here!