Our own little world

some big mouthed seagul shouting on our roof
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With the festival in full swing the streets have become a fantasmogoria of  types.  Sitting in my favorite cafe due to it's strategic location I can watch the human traffic.  There are global dreadheads, African elegants, Jebbaleaed locals, Euro elites, Beach boys and girls, hashish heads, glue sniffing pickpockets and back bent beggars.

Mustafa the fellow who I bought jewelry from the first day has become a comic relief for me.  He sees me and waves me in with that scooping action hand gesture which in the western mind could be mistaken for our 'go away' gesture.  Then once ensconced in his liar he bounces from asking my trade price for my tennis shoes to sexual come-on to sneaking sips of alcohol from his back closet.  There is a Pancho Sanza named Jamal who plays to his Quixote.  He who is also making googly eyes at me invited me to his place for a massage then asked me how much I would pay him.  They are a pair.

The setting sun as a hamburger
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The apartment now has six.  Said's uncle Abdullah has arrived from Italy and has taken charge of the kitchen making wonderful meals for us all.  He is a jolly fellow who can converse in at least 5 languages.  In fact all the Moroccans have multiple language skills.

The apartment has become my personal version of a 60's Haight Ashbury crash pad.  We sit around smoking hash.  We wander in and out at all hours going out to catch part of the music scene.  Hanging out at a cafe.  Checking out the sunset from the terrace where there is a 3X5 foot room that is occupied by a man.  He actually lives there.  I have no idea if or when he sleeps in this impossible enclosure.  But he had his wife there one day.

main stage shot
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The wind has come up and has been beating the town non stop the last two days.  The ancient walls of the buildings are flaking off in the winds and giving us all a gritty facial.  Finally the wind and chill and oppressive crowds got to me and I caught a bus back to Marrakech.  I had to say goodbye to my temporal family.  And I wish them each and all wonderful adventures in the future.