Three hours west of Marrakech and the air goes salt. Sardines on the grill at the port, four days running. Blue boats, blue doors, blue overalls — same blue, faded the same way. Came home with sand in everything and a small jar of argan oil.
a journal from a house in the medina
Three hours west of Marrakech and the air goes salt. Sardines on the grill at the port, four days running. Blue boats, blue doors, blue overalls — same blue, faded the same way. Came home with sand in everything and a small jar of argan oil.