Morocco fed all of my sense.  Marakesh was stimuli on steroids with their fast paced open markets chock full of colors, smells, products and people.

Essaouira was a welcome change with its quiet seaside town where camels transport you along the water to a different time and place.

The High Atlas mountains in Imlil provided yet another visually stunning vantage point to enjoy this amazing place.

Then there was the amazing food that we learned to cook and were able to consumer all over the country.  You can read about this and more on Page in Paris.