HELLO KITTY! My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, don’t we just love our PUSSIES? I know I do and it appears our MORROCAN Ladies do too.
My dear friend Veronica and our FANNY friend and I decided to explore THE MEDINA and SOUK and do a little SHOPPING.
Stepping out of the PEACE and CALM of the RIAD you are showered with an EXPLOSION of SENSES and it took a while for my little brain to sort them out. A MYRIAD of SMELLS some going straight to the RECYCLING BIN, others not unpleasant but unknown I filed for later, others, the herbs and spices I wallowed in like a PIG in MUD.
A CACOPHONY of sound assaults your EARS and your EYES are engaged in keeping you alive as you dodge MOTORCYCLES, DONKEYS, BICYCLES, CATS and PEOPLE, through the bustling maze.
The charming ladies of MARRAKECH favour a TRADITIONAL DJELLABA with a TWIST. There is a PENCHANT for LEOPARD PRINT and one admirable lady sported a full-length DJELLABA FLEECE with ‘HELLO KITTY’ On the back in PINK SPARKLES. I do admire individuality.
There are some very HANDSOME fellows who entice you into their shops and they all offer ‘BEST PRICE’. It is traditional to HAGGLE and Don’t we just love a bit of HAGGLING especially with a nice young man.
The answer is yes we do but poor old Veronica got in a right old state “why don’t they just put the price on?” She GRUMBLED OFTEN! (Have I mentioned this is a DRY country? I think she was suffering withdrawal symptoms) We all had such fun, HAGGLING and BUYING except Veronica, she finally plucked up COURAGE when she fell in love with a POUFFE.
You should have seen her trying to squeeze that into her HAND-LUGGAGE!
I met a very handsome young man in the famous JEMAA EL FNA SQUARE he called out and asked me if I came from London, what a SILLY BILLY. I thought “here’s a young man who could BENEFIT from a MATURE WOMAN with EXPERIENCE”. So I told him I was from THE WEST COUNTRY and taught him all about CORNISH PASTIES!
An hour later passing him again some distance away I observed him calling out “CORNISH PASTIES!” to startled TOURISTS.
Yours Hagglingly
Celia
And were you pale, pasty Cornish pasties, or nicely tanned by this time? 😉
My dear lady, I am an outdoor person and love doing all things in the fresh air, so I am always a good colour.
Of course mindful of the customs in Marrakech and out of respect I covered my knees, shoulders and head with a rather fetching blue wrap.
Of course it was a different matter inside the Riad!
Yours Tannily
Celia
I admire a pastie with a good colour.
Sound like a wonderful trip!