<div><i>"I stand in portico hung with gentian-blue ipomeas ... and look out on a land of mists and mysteries; a land of trailing silver veils through which domes and minarets, mighty towers and ramparts of flushed stone, hot palm groves and Atlas snows, peer and disappear at the will of the Atlantic cloud-drifts"</i><br><br>A classic of travel writing, <i>In Morocco </i>is Edith Wharton's remarkable account of her journey to the country during World War I. With a characteristic sense of adventure, Wharton set out to explore Morocco and its people, recording her impressions and encounters. She traveled--by military jeep--to Rabat, Moulay Idriss, Fex and Marrakech, from the Atlantic coast to the high Atlas. Along the way she witnessed religious ceremonies and ritual dances, visited the opulent palaces of the Sultan and was admitted to the mysterious world of his harem. Her narrative is as rich as the souks through which she wandered, peopled with story-tellers and warriors, slaves and silk-spinners; an evocative and intimate portrait of an extraordinary country.<br></div>