Essaouira, Morocco: and shopping for trinkets and treasures
Now I told you in a tale that I loved a certain blue and white Moroccan city, nestled along the sea, called Essaouira. However, you might not know that my fondness for Essaouira has been shared by the likes of Orson Wells and Jimi Hendrix (I like to keep eclectic company, you see). I also neglected to tell you that Essaouira has been known as a favorite haunt for pirates. Yes, genuine pirates. (No need to mention that that was centuries ago -- that's clearly a minor detail.)
And so like any good pirate's cove, Essaouira is filled with treasures. I thought you might like to see some of the booty.
Rugs to put down - after the decks have been freshly swabbed, of course.
Mysterious items from the four corners of Africa.
A place to rest your flask of rum (or whatever it is that pirates drink).
Something stylish to carry your loot away in.
It gets chilly out there sailing the seven seas.
Beads for the most bohemian of plunderers.
Lanterns so you can see properly what you are stealing.
Herbs for potions to grow fatter or thinner or, ahem, rev up your romantic prowess.
Bangles, bangles, bangles - how else do you expect to woo the ladies in every port?
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Well, I would love to stay longer and chat, but I have places to go and people to rob. I am sure you understand. Oh dear, where is that black eye patch when I need it?
