A Muddled Post/ The 6th Picture

Luckily, blogging has no particular rules and bloggers can post whatever they want.

However, people are a bit scared by the utterly random and sort of like rules -- so they invent them.

I like to post pictures taken within the last 48 hours and, since my title is About New York, I try to use pictures taken there.

Herewith someone feeding a parking meter on 8th Avenue. I liked the color of her hat.

The local florist is decorating his window in anticipation of Valentine's day. I was out searching for pink.  We needed pink yesterday.

That out of the way.

When I got home I  read Willow's post about blue and white china.

When injured,  my  blue and white mugs go and live in the study as pencil/pen holders on the shelf where all sorts of bits and bobs live. 

Then I saw that Cynthia of Oasis Writing Link had tagged me to blog about the 6th photo in my 6th photo folder. This turned out to be the photo below.

This is a picture of the tomb of Moulay Bouzerktoun -- a moulay being a holy man. It overlooks the sea in the village of the same name some 25 km. North of Essouira on the Atlantic Coast of Morocco. It is one of my favorite places in the world.

When we lived in Morocco, we used to come here pretty often. A very tiny village. The beach almost always deserted. I think I could live here.

Looking down at the beach from the cafe high above the Atlantic. Only one small figure on the sand.

Lots of bookish people like Bee and Sarah have been posting book reviews.

In keeping with this theme, I'd like to recommend Tahir Shah's enchanting and alarming  The Caliph's House a wonderfully written account of his restoration of a haunted house in Casablanca. He captures precisely the sheer battiness, hideous frustrations and delights of so quixotic a scheme.