Imagine

I'm trying something new:
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I hope it works!

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I think Gerry and I both agree that the walk through the meandering alleyways of the medina to reach the riad where we were staying was one of our favorite parts of the trip. There aren't many people visible in these shots, as it was early morning, but later in the day, the neighborhood was bustling with people going about their everyday lives.

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Imagine the shouts of children as they kick a ball through these passages. Upon seeing my husband's soccer jersey, one remarked, "Ar-sen-al!" with a big smile.

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Imagine doors opened to reveal little neighborhood shops inside, counters stretched across doorways and stacked with flat rounds of bread.

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Imagine the scent of woodsmoke and spices as meals cook and fires heat the hammam waters.

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Imagine a woman carrying a big, wooden tray with newly baked loaves of bread peeking out from the folds of a cloth.

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Imagine sharing these narrow passages with donkeys, motorbikes, and children pulling large carts.

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Imagine the trash men coming each morning to clear the piles stacked neatly by each doorway.

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Imagine cats! Cats poking delicately in the trash, cats curled up by doorways, cats slinking around corners, cats investigating the puddles left by the tiled fountains.

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Imagine a flash of light as you approach a doorway, then peering in to see a metalworker as he burnishes the silver trim on a piece of pottery.

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Imagine the snatches of conversations you hear, but don't understand.