I continue getting lost in the Medina – that is the point. I see it from the rooftops and I place my feet in its labyrinths, in the midst of the life. It is quietly overwhelming.

Sunrise, cats, tea, angles. Omnious wind on exceptions. Kaki and tangerines. I walk slowly and quietly. I soak in it all, sweetly in bliss.

(There is much more to be said about the vibrancy and the people living and walking on the streets. People whom I avoid filming and photographing out of respect but whom I smile at and chat with frequently, already a familiar face to many.)

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(This story told in pictures.)