It’s a rare cloudy day in Palm Springs. I’m cross-legged on my bed, the dog snoring beside me. I have half a cup of lukewarm coffee on the nightstand. The cat is prowling the room, unsettled.
I’m doing my best to will myself to Morocco right now, but my teleportation skills could use some work — because I am still perched on a purple afghan, instead of sitting in a crowded and richly-colored souk, waiting for my mint tea to brew.
These photos of my recent trip to Tangier, Fez, Marrakech and Casablanca will just have to suffice.
