I recently returned from a trip to Morocco where I was able to spend a whole week taking wonderful photographs, mostly in the lovely coastal town of Essaouria.
On the last day before leaving we were happily snapping pictures down by the fishing port. Whilst there were many men there haranguing and bargaining over the price of a crate of sardines, so in fact were the women, plastic buckets in hand and eagerly awaiting the first glimpse of the fisherman's catch before starting their negotiations over a pail full to feed the family for dinner.
I must admit I felt just a little bit of envy over the way the women were able to shop, not only at the port but also in the Medina where there were fruit stalls, spice stands. towering bowls of glistening olives and all manner of other lovely produce that you could see, smell and touch. Despite being a dot on the map that is pretty far flug from many of the technological advances of the current century, there were many aspects of life in Essaouira that seemed so much more in touch with reality than the plastic wrapped, barcoded world that I live in.
Sometimes I wonder if we are not just fooling ourselves into believing that all this modern stuff has to be better!