Sunday, October 20, 2013

Mommy's Birth Day

from Anayalisa Love's photo gallery





PART 18


Mommy and I spent a lot of time alone or together in the medina in Rabat. Many a morning, an afternoon I spent wandering local medinas discreetly watching women paint henna designs on their hands and feet chattering with each other oblivious to everyone passing by about an upcoming wedding, and the prospect of marriage. Mules, and beggars, tourists, families were common to the medina. The stench of tanneries in Fez, or the mellow sense of place in Rabat, or the frantic energies of Tangier, and the dizziness of Marrakech’s medina could produce within you in one day were always the place women engaged in something mysterious and aloof from the things men liked to believe about women. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.9.13

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