What about slighlty neurotic 30-something purpose-nemics? Something on the value menu for those of us saving and seeking and trying not to rub nickels together lest we start fires in our paper hearts?
In it now. Ordered and paid. My hope is the Tangine Fez whisks me to Casablanca and Rick is still one finger down on his brandy, white suit up pn pressing.
Authentic music. Cooking clatter. Disingenuine conversations. Starting to smell warm,
The tug and rustle of a new love across the street. I see it from behind glass. Wilted rose petals on the floor and fresh roses on each table.
Do roses grow in Morocco?
