The Garden of Sparrows


Beyond the Mediterranean Sea and behind the Atlas Mountains lies the ancient Berber town of Taroudant.

In that town you’ll find a place to stay a while – La Maison Anglaise – a house where travellers rest and play.

Roof top pots hold vibrant red and purple blooms;  perfumed breezes bathe guests beneath the azure sky.

Down below amidst the orange grove there is a garden of sparrows chatting and chirping from sunrise to sunset.

In the high red clay walls of that garden are a hundred holes where sparrows nest and secrets linger.

If you put your hand into some of those holes a snake might bite or a scorpion sting.

But if you dare to put your hand into others you might find a sultan’s ring, a snake charmer’s flute, a bottle of argan oil or a beeswax candle.

I reached into one of those holes and pulled out a tale not heard for a thousand years or more.

And this is the story I found …