White, blue, and yellow colour the buildings of Tangier. Gulls laugh in the sky, and salt scents the Atlantic breeze.
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All images unless otherwise noted were photographed or drawn by me.
Please ask for my permission before using anything contained within this blog. Thank you!
art / appetite / adventure
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
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- etched into stone
- tajine and tea
- stone villages
- taking a hike
- into the atlas
- it's in the details
- little moments
- the grand socco market
- from a rooftop in tangier
- a feast unlike any other
- the colours of tangier
- and now for something completely different
- leaving figuig
- chanting and the chopping of hands
- a welcome respite
- dining in the oasis
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