We spent a fair amount of time in a tiny little shop in the medina that sold original oil and watercolor paintings. Here is the artist’s son (a musician, not a painter) who was very patient with us, bringing down many pieces of art for us to consider buying.
He then invited us upstairs (steep, steep stairs) to see his father’s studio.
The next day we went back and met the painter himself. We each bought several paintings, which he carefully took off their wooden frames and rolled for our long journey home.
“There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace.” —John Ruskin