Identifier: inmorocco00wharuoft (find matches)
Title: In Morocco
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937
Subjects: Morocco -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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OLUBILIS, MOULAY IDRISS AND MEKNEZ architraves which strew the path of Rome acrossthe world. But its site is magnificent; and as theexcavation of the ruins was interrupted by the warit is possible that subsequent search may bringforth other treasures comparable to the beautifulbronze sloughi (the African hound) which is nowits principal possession. It was delicious, after seven hours of travel un-der the African sun, to sit on the shady terracewhere the Curator of Volubilis, M. Louis Chatelain,welcomes his visitors. The French Fine Arts havebuilt a charming house with gardens and pergolasfor the custodian of the ruins, and have found in M.Chatelain an archaeologist so absorbed in his taskthat, as soon as conditions permit, every inch ofsoil in the circumference of the city will be madeto yield up whatever secrets it hides. II MOULAY IDRISS We lingered under the pergolas of Volubilis till theheat grew less intolerable, and then our com-panions suggested a visit to Moulay Idriss. ( 46 1
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from a photograph Jruvi the i>erricc lies Hcaiii-Artu im Mn^., Voluljilis—tlic western portico of tlie basilira of Antoniiis Pius VOLUBILIS, MOULAY IDRISS AND MEKNEZ Such a possibility had not occurred to us, andeven Captain de M. seemed to doubt whether theexpedition were advisable. Moulay Idriss was stillsaid to be resentful of Christian intrusion: it wasonly a year before that the first French oflScers hadentered it. But M. Chatelain was confident that there wouldbe no opposition to our visit, and with the piled-upterraces and towers of the Sacred City growinggolden in the afternoon light across the valley it wasimpossible to hesitate. We drove down through an olive-wood as an-cient as those of Mitylene and Corfu, and thenalong the narrowing valley, between gardens luxuri-ant even in the parched Moroccan autumn. Pres-ently the motor began to climb the steep road tothe town, and at a gateway we got out and weremet by the native chief of police. Instantly at thehigh windows of m

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