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Why it had all the makings of a perfect Marrakesh dinner party.
A talented hostess in red soled boots.
French girls in fishnet stockings.
The prettiest table.
Fun party games.
And darling babies who slept through the evening.
They had to force me to leave. Otherwise, I would still be there...
Posted at 01:02 PM in Food/Drink, Lifestyle | Permalink