I stand in portico hung with gentianblue ipomeas ... and look out on a landof mists and mysteries a land of trailing silver veils through which domes andminaret... » 

I stand in portico hung with gentianblue ipomeas ... and look out on a landof mists and mysteries a land of trailing silver veils through which domes andminarets mighty towers and ramparts of flushed stone hot palm groves andAtlas snows peer and disappear at the will of the Atlantic clouddriftsA classic of travel writing In Morocco is Edith Whartons remarkable accountof her journey to the country during World War I. With a characteristic senseof adventure Wharton set out to explore Morocco and its people recording herimpressions and encounters. She traveledby military jeepto Rabat MoulayIdriss Fex and Marrakech from the Atlantic coast to the high Atlas. Along theway she witnessed religious ceremonies and ritual dances visited the opulentpalaces of the Sultan and was admitted to the mysterious world of his harem.Her narrative is as rich as the souks through which she wandered peopled withstorytellers and warriors slaves and silkspinners an evocative and intimateportrait of an extraordinary country. «