"I'm sick of you being so dark when I'm so impish and whimsical!"
So I'd really intended to write the whhhhole Marrakesh story (scrubbed like a monkey!) today, but I got caught up researching a lovely last-minute trip for next week, and then talking to my mom, so I never got around to it. As a consolation prize, though, I've got a short video we took of the teeny streets in Marrakesh; it's part of the walk back from Djemaa el-Fma to our riad. Oddly enough, the Moroccan parts don't seem strange to me (have I mentioned how badly I want to go back?), but seeing myself from behind, particularly seeing how long my hair is? That's the weird bit.
