Where does one start? The linear travelogue has been well ploughed for this week already, Spoox’ dry understatement the perfect counterpoint to Knifton’s wild eyed hyperbole. Dry and hyperbolic, Morocco was both. For my part I shall start on the terrace of a café on the edge of the Kasbah of Tangiers, on a hot dusty afternoon late last week.
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