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| A typical scene during the soccer game, Marrakech |
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| Bounty from the markets, cooked at home |
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| Mandarin Oranges in the Casablanca Medina |
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| Read and his best fish ever |
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| Fatima, an extraordinary woman who took care of our riad and cooked a spectacular feast for us and her brother, The Tailor. |
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| This is The Tailor. We randomly popped into his shop to get Read's pants hemmed and we shot the shit with him in mangled French. Soon enough, we learned that his sister was Fatima, our awesome housekeeper. The Old City of Marrakech is a tiny place. We had dinner together the next night. Friends, email us for the full story. |
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| Donkeys everywhere |
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| Everywhere. |
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| Atlas Mountains + Palm Trees |
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| Spice Shop |
Thank you for creating this blog! I feel as if I'm right next to the two of you experiencing everything.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Mommy