Morocco in 35mm

Words & Images: María Gaminde

July 24 2016

Last May, I felt I really wanted to spend a few days alone with my mum, to reconnect with her. I had just finished reading a book that had moved me so much and I felt the urge of doing something only my mum and I, to take care of her and learn from her. 

We didn’t have a specific destination in mind, but we were excited about going back to Morocco, so, one week before the trip, we found some cheap flights to Fez and, even though we didn’t know much about the city, we decided to go for it. Fez was friendly with us, quieter than Marrakesh, kind of raw and authentic.

In the imperial Fez there were only sand colors. The city itself helped our trip to be much more spiritual. We didn’t visit any travel guide recommendation, we just walked, observed and talked a lot about our relationship, my mum and her youth. We both like taking photos, that’s an interest we’ve always shared and, for us, traveling with the camera is the best pastime. Our style is very different and we are moved by quite different things, but we share the need to tell each other what we see, what those things reminds us of and what they inspire us. Sometimes, I get blocked with photography and changing my routine helped me to let myself go and find inspiration again.

We happened to go during the Festival de Fès des Musiques Sacrées du Monde, which, in that edition was dedicated to women. There were concerts in the different town squares and landmarks of the city, where you could also have grilled corn on the cob and some unidentified meat. It was interesting to go to flamenco concerts, us being Spanish, surrounded by mainly young Muslim men.

One afternoon, also by chance, we came across a flea market where a bunch of men were selling stuff that didn’t seem to work. The still life they were offering us was a museum to our eyes; we talked about each object as if we were aliens. They encouraged us to buy hairdryers, presumably broken, and offered to take us to the city centre.

Fez is, in essence, endless alleys and dead ends, so we memorized a couple of signs and marks on the street walls to know where to turn and be able to go back to our accommodation.

Fez has become my favorite Moroccan city, because I felt so happy taking pictures of its walls and each detail resting on them, and because of the time my mum and I spent with each other.

María Gaminde is a photographer based in Spain, you can follow her work on instagram.