It was late when the chartered plane filled with journalists, real estate developers, historical fiction writers, spy novelists and an assortment of others touched ground. We were all there for the same reason: to visit the Moroccan Moussem de Tan Tan -- the world's largest gathering of nomads.
I heard them before I saw them, singing in shimmering pink in the dark.
As I walked into the light, I saw visiting Saudi sheiks mingle in their red checkered headresses
while Algerian dancers flicked their wrists provocatively...
and bystanders in turbans took photos.
The ground was covered in a strange and beautiful patchwork of red vintage carpets. The stairs alone were worthy of a Moroccan Oscars.
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