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Today, it was 114 f in Marrakesh (hottest day of summer, so far).
(AUDIO: The Soft Parade by the Doors)
Tanned camel-hide leathers, muddy broken cobblestone, the optical illusions of hot tarmac, the 5-times daily prayer call, the sewing workshops, carpet bazaars, Arabesque lanterns, grocery stores, no chicken, no air conditioning, memories of peacocks in the garden, cigarettes + flying saucer ash trays, typing, yelling, driving without borders, doctors without real hospitals, drunks, henna women, Berber carpets, palm trees leaning with the hot winds, die-cut vinyls from Casablanca, Photoshop, cold-pressed olive oil, street cats meowing for fishbones, my cat napping in her Saarinen tulip chair …
This is everyday in Marrakesh, Morocco.
