Friday, June 15, 2007

...one of the prettiest sounds on Earth at sunset

Obama on the cry of the muezzin

Having had the pleasure (recently) of looking over this walled city at sunset while the cry went out, one tends to agree.


Bad, bad picture, I know. Please to go shout at MR. She was supposed to be the photographer and she has no pictures of the Fes old city!

Anyway, to make up for that one, here's a couple of nice ones. The first one is the view from the same terrace but of the other side outside the medinah walls. Second is the riad where we stayed and from whose terrace pictures were shot. (Courtesy MR.)



9 comments:

Falstaff said...

Bad picture is an understatement. Is that a bomb going off in the center of the city, or just MR's shadow?

Space Bar said...

umm...tree?

Veena said...

Yeah, this is why I should not play around with my camera settings. Because I will forget to change them back and this will result.

There is a tree near that mosque yes, but I think Falsie is talking about that bomb crater like thing further NE. Its some sort of a hill if I remember correctly.

Space Bar said...

yes, but that can't be MR's shadow in that case!

Veena said...

Space Bar: Well, I don't think he actually ever thought it was MR's shadow!

Space Bar said...

heh! i know! but think of all the things he could have said it might have been...

Anonymous said...

kitna jhooth ... it's not even one of my pics ... what're you doing trying to malign my fair reputation?? It looks like this was you trying to play with your camera settings. tch tch..

and oh, falstaff - you're so cute when you act like a 5-yr old schoolboy.

Veena said...

what jhooth? This picture went up because after spending the entire evening up on that terrace shooting some 100 pictures, you don't even have one decent one! What am I supposed to do?

Space Bar said...

heh!

veena, totally OT, but i loved your chola post. almost made me nostalgic for tn, though go knows, i don't have any memories, so what would i sigh over? (ans: comes of reading kalki).

and our taste in men rocks!