Wood, bas-reliefs, paints, frames... Lobbies, patios, sun and shadows...
The doors of Marroco hide in the alleys of the Medinas and the secret shadows of the Ryads.
Imagine, juste behind one of them a young girl that watches on a man, naked feet on the cool tiles and bright eyes in the shadowy light. She flies away when he reaches her, guiding him in the maze of the Kasbah, like an Ariane without thread.