MOROCCO 2: ESSOUIRA

So Marrakech had kind of tired us out after a few days.

Maybe it was all the Fun.

We're blaming the fun. 

(Those Italians were a bad influence)

We retreated on the last eve

And took a little nap before the next full thing.

And in the morning, 

(while some of us were more restored than others)

we rose,

Noticed how nicely our nightdress matched the carpet,

 bid farewell to a yellow tiled bathroom we had grown very fond of,

And hit the road, Jack.

To see if we could see the Sea.

We wandered to Essouira.

It was this place by the water and we'd heard that the Stones and Hendrix used to hang here.

So that was reason enough, aside from all the Blue.

We wore an Alix of Bohemia woolen waistcoat we'd whipped up in anticipation of the travel,

And a Samburu warrior cuff on each wrist.

It was the best costume for the day. 

To see the water, we felt restored,

sitting quietly on the wall to try and imprint the waves in our mind so we could remember the calm when we went back to London. 

 And we ate some sardines.

When in Rome, you should eat fish.

Or something like that. 

We sneaked in a tailoring session

(this girl never sleeps, don't you know?)

Is it almost Christmas? 

We're not very good at keeping track of days.

If you'd like to order something for the season, for yourself or some other lucky character,

do write to us HERE

We've got some lovely bits to share post Morocco haze.

See you later Happy Hippies.

Bohemia

ROCK THE CASBAH, PART I

When we woke up on Friday Morning, the world looked very different. 

Familiar faces and tiles and trees put us at ease

Everything seemed pretty on-brand, so we decided to go with the flow.

We're pretty flexible like that, and we always have a toothbrush in our bag anyway. 

So we figured we may as well have breakfast  (every kind of carbohydrate known to man, plus jus d'orange)

We were kind of getting a Bohemian vibe, so we chose the best costume for the day and hit the road to explore.

Fouché in a Alix of Bohemia Jacket, and we wear some paisley and a dirty old waistcoat, naturally.

With the usual company for back up

And we were, certainly in a very different place

and we liked it

If you've been following us, you'll know how much we dig a market.

From Hong Kong to Mexico to Portobello, we have yet to find one we don't like. 

These markets proved no exception in their richness, and the shining sun wasn't terrible either.

We found some of our own kind,

And got down with the North African vibe and spoke our mother tongue a little.

(its way more to fun to haggle in French)

They started calling us Fatima in the Souk, so we decided that was fine too. We could be Fatima for a little while. 

 

And soaked up shades of saffron and terra cotta

And found Aladdin's cave, Tassel Mecca

And mountains of wondrous treats for eating

Falling dusk meant layering up in more theme based clothing,

and preparing for an evening of fun

Getting down with locals

Clo and Tile Pornography

All that Tagine has made us very tired,

And our eyes are fatigued from all the caftan and textile joy.

Will tell you more tomorrow, about when we go to the sea for some blue.

Love from Marrakesh,

Bohemia