Our absolutely lovely, but dishevelled, room in a riad in Marrakech …
so long ago but still alive in the smells we took home in the form of soap-stone like things we’re still not sure how to use.
The reflective shoes on the left being G’s running shoes; the shoes next to them being my (then) brand new approach shoes with pink stripey socks atop which I subsequently gave to H (and which she still loves to mix n match with blue stripey ones).
On the left stool is the fez (still, at this point, in the protective packaging) that G convinced me he “needed” for his bad hat collection.
H wanted us to get a camel for her … there it is, on the table to the left just on front of the Golden Virginia and lighter we no longer use.
Bottom right on the table is a fabulous hand-painted ashtray from and depicting Essaouira (which sits in a dispay cabinet and still stinks of faggage to this day).
(Plus, I so wanted to steal that colourful bedspread.)