Morocco is a feast for the senses. It's colorful, deep, vivid, historical, sometimes unnerving and full of beauty.
This selection of images conveys something of the Moroccon spirit, showing how the sacred intermingles with the profane. How can we discover the sacred in the profane and the profane in the sacred?
My two-week journey started in Marrakesh, known as the City of the Seven Saints. These seven patrons are buried in Sufi shrines that lie dotted around the medina, Marrakesh's old city. In some of those shrines I felt a powerful energy which brought time to a standstill for me.
Fez is a city which – despite modernization – retains something of its old air as one of the primary centers of Islamic learning and mysticism.
The hilltop town of Moulay Idriss near Mèknes is Morocco's main pilgrimage site. It's known for the mausoleum of Idris I. – a descendant of Prophet Muhammad and also Morocco's first Islamic ruler.
I flew back from Casablanca, Morocco's economic capital and most "European" city.
Cover photo: In the courtyard of Al-Qarawiyin, a 9th-century madrasa and one of the world's oldest mosques.