THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

To awake, on the first morning in Marrakech, is to know another world, another creation.  A blue of a dove’s breast, misting into white, touches on a rose-red crater’s edge.  In the air, high in the air, are gigantic snow mountains, running from end to end of the horizon, right across the sky.  Nearby, for in Marrakech it is always in view, there is the minaret of Koutoubia.  At its summit, the flag flies from the gallows post and the muezzin calls down to the world.

Sitwell/Mauretania, 1940