Today marked a change in my feeling about the souk. Places started to look familiar, I recognized faces and shops, and was able to find my way around. I knew to go left out of the riad, down the dark and scary alley, left at the trash heap, pass the musician, my favorite leather place is on the right, turn left at the rug dealer that ripped me off, right through the vegetable market, and there is the basket market.
Happy birthday Sideboob. Even though it’s your birthday, I feel like I’m the one who has gotten the biggest present.
What is Askimet? Some kind of spam filter, I gather. I was checking out my stats and clicked on the 374 comments it tagged as spam and was overwhelmed by a feeling of well-being. So what if it is just a bunch of dirty spammers looking for a nibble? They have such nice things to […]