I’m dreaming of souks today
I have lots of paperwork to do today. It seems that there are more and more forms to fill out these days and not sure I can bear it. So instead I dream of a quick jaunt to Morocco where I will shop for caftans, learn how to cook a proper tagine, and wear lots and lots of gold jewelry. I think La Mamounia would be perfectly suited to my need for luxury- I will sit on low cushions and drink mint tea and be intoxicated by the flow of the language and the dappled light. I have always loved Moroccan design- it appeals to my obsession with hippie chic. Or perhaps I am just having a Debra Winger moment? Who knows. I just want to eat figs and laze languidly and stare at the sun.
