FIT FOR THE GODS

FIT FOR THE GODS

  Few things can cast more of a shadow over the latter part of my weekend than the spectre of an early morning meeting in the city. Beating the traffic means rising at an ungodly hour such as might induce the kind of nausea, I still, all too readily, associate...
Marrakech

Marrakech

Where senses collide Enchanted by the flush of crimson roses bordering the terminal, Marrakech already had me at “hello”–  Words and photographs by Hedi Lampert  We touched down at the charming Menara Marrakech airport in the glow of a sunset, casting a...