Oh it was Easter. And they were spending it with friends. Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion. There were the stripiest tights.
And the polka-dottiest dresses.
And a blogging girl in saved-just-for-Easter pink suede shoes with orange bows. (You have those too, don't you?)
They sat on the rooftop. It was a beautiful day in Marrakech. As beautiful as the Moroccan tiled table.
Oh, the food was delicious. There were five courses or more. The blogging girl remembered antipasti, risotto, pasta, salmon, tarts, and more and more.
And so much champagne!
Please, won't you have a glass?
Somehow during all the feasting, the Easter bunny paid a visit and hid treats. (What do you mean you saw the blogging girl and her cohorts hiding chocolate eggs everywhere? Don't be silly.)
Baskets for children, which started out empty.....
...were soon full....
Thank heavens, the Easter bunny made it out alive, despite the efforts of a Swedish-Moroccan cat who snuck in.... 
Here's wishing you chocolates today and every day. Happy Easter from far away Marrakech.
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