Our first stop in Morocco was the small hillside town of Bhalil, aBerber village just 25 km from Fes nestled into the base of the Mid-Atlas mountains. Cars can only reach the perimeter, leaving foot-worn pathways with cave houses inside each nook and women making silk beads on every corner. The dusty hills leave the village laden with a warm hazy glow which seems to put the town into a dreamy trance blending one day into the next, onlypunctuated by boys playing ball in the paths and the call to prayer echoing from the mosque five times a day.







































