Let’s Talk About This Window Display
I get it. The motorbikes, the noise, the heat…the snakes, the smells, the prices…the scam artists, the aggressive henna artists, and the dudes dressed in Moroccan garb who are not artists at all…
But I love Marrakech. I just do. That’s why I went twice in one week.
First, I went with these special visitors:
And then I went with Matt for a little retreat. This second trip changed my life, but not for the reason you might think. Once, after moving into my own apartment for the first time, I watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I never fully recovered. In the same way, a prominent Marrakechian display of life-sized dolls changed my life and I have a feeling, that yet again, I will not recover.
…but then I thought, “neh, it will probably come to life and strangle me in my bed.” Believe me, at night with all the back lighting, they take on a whole new horror movie flavor. Is there really anything else to say about this photo?
This sign got my attention because it was in English. Seems like a no-brainer, but then again, I guess we Americans lose perspective sometimes when we’re in a strange situation.
That’s enough summary photos for now. See you next time for what might be titled, “This Happens Everyday.”