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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Tangier, Morocco | Tangier and the Imaginary Fromager
This site will take you on a cultural journey
I had my hands and feet dyed with henna when I lived there. It lasted over 6 months.
A poem by the Sufi poet Rumi:
Come, come, come
whoever you are
wanderer
worshipper
lover of leaving
It doesn’t matter
ours is not a caravan of despair
come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come yet again
come, come
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