The following is an excerpt from an article that I wrote for The New Betty. This morning I walked into an antiques store. Amongst oddities and curios – a barbers chair and a birdcage – I dug for buried treasure. Dappled light and brass melodies lent the scene a nostalgic…
This morning as I woke up I realised two things.
1.) It was early
2.) I was in Marrakech