She was blond, Swedish and beautiful. She was even more beautiful on the inside (Oh my....). She had a mysterious name. She owned a mysterious house. The house was called Dar Rumi, after the Persian mystical poet.
Dar Rumi was found deep in the Marrakech medina. A charming pet camel greeted the blogging girl at the door - he was shy but very vain.
Everything was so tasteful, in greys, blacks and whites. With a splash of red .
Oh, the prettiest fountain filled with rose petals in the courtyard. Just the right spot for Valentines day or any day....
Everywhere there were perfect little touches.
The blogging girl had a bite to eat in the tiny kitchen. Oh la-la, even the sardines were color coordinated.
And the most ordinary things were somehow made out of magic....
The girl sat on a leather cushion in the living room and read her very favorite magazine - Maisons du Maroc, of course.
She then climbed the simplest, most lovely stairs.
The railings were made out of harem-like mashroobiya all in white.....
She lingered for a while on the perfect pink. And imagined what it would be like to have a house this enchanting......Sigh.
Evening came and Swedish stars shone in the Marrakech night.....
All too fast it was time to leave, and the blogging girl was sad. But she hoped that if she was nice, very nice, she would be invited back soon, very soon, to Dar Rumi....
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