All aboard our bus again this morning for a relatively short hop to the hillside village of Moulay Idriss, named for the saint of the same name and great-grandson of the Prophet, who brought Islam to Morocco in the 9th Century.

Glenda didn’t get the memo about no fancy dress required:

Our destination was Scorpion House, owned and operated by Mike Richardson, a most charming and entertaining British guy and long time Morocco resident.  This is the view from his home:

Scorpion House is now pretty much completed, parts of it having been still under construction when we visited two years ago.  It is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece on multiple levels, seemingly clinging to the hillside above the ville.

After much photography, our artists, under Ev’s guidance, produced some really wonderful works as they scattered among the various nooks, alcoves and balconies of the house.

This second pic of artists at work was taken from above and is not upside down or sideways!

This was all before Mike and his assistants unveiled what has to be the best meal we’ve enjoyed so far in Morocco.  A feast of salads, couscous, kefta kebabs and chermoula sardines grilled in an amazing way that just has to be exported to Portugal.

More painting and snoozing after lunch before a display of the art for all to admire.

Then bye-bye Pogo, Rick’s new best mate, before the bus journey back to Fès.