Going through my written memories called “Jasmine Remains” of my time spent in Tangier in 1971. My daughter and I dancing at the Moroccan Palace. Strange times indeed. I found this link as reference. Enjoyable and honest, straight forward read.
Going through my written memories called “Jasmine Remains” of my time spent in Tangier in 1971. My daughter and I dancing at the Moroccan Palace. Strange times indeed. I found this link as reference. Enjoyable and honest, straight forward read.
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