The subtil fil rouge is what I "collected" on my journey to discover Morocco.

Between seaside towns, where the wind blows strongly, and frenetic markets, where pungent smells and glimmers of light mix in a vortex that is as fascinating as it is changeable for the senses. Between unexplored mountains, where the echo of the ṣalāt resounds even more powerfully, and small towns where the buzz of village life winds its way every day.

A subtil fil rouge made, therefore, of life, sometimes very slow, sometimes frenetic, of humanity, iridescent and expressive, authentic dignity and centuries-old traditions, all forms of living in perfect balance with one's own history.