An Avalanche of Tagines
I was looking through some old pictures of Morocco when I came across this one. Every time I walk by this tagine shop in the medina of Marrakesh I have the impression that the tagines are about to tumble down and land on my feet. I instinctively take a few steps away. They’re perfectly stacked every time, seemingly precariously leaning one on the other yet immutable as a mountain. Nothing seems to bring them down. Not the throngs of curious tourists. Not the dreaded chergui winds. Not even my clumsy hands that can’t keep away from a tagine.