Random thoughts from Marrakesh

I see about as many women in Marrakesh in full scale (eye slit only) chadora as on a typical day on the campus of George Mason University.  Tyler is correct; globalization makes every place increasingly different and all places increasingly similar.  Of course, I have yet to see snake charmers in GMUs central square.

The dates and apricots from the street sellers are the best I have ever tasted.  I could subsist on the dates, apricots, pistachios and the incredible orange juice alone.

I visited a harem today; alas the women were long gone or at least moved to the new palace.

The monkeys look sad.

As I am blogging I can hear the call to prayers in the background.  Ancient and modern in one experience; how cool is that (insert exclamation point here).