Love Letters #26
by Lenora of Ocean Bream
The place was flooded with oranges. It was orange and red, the sand a deep rusty hue. Orange trees lining the pavements wherever you go. Giant cacti and prickly pear plants replacing the ivy on house walls. Markets everywhere, carts piled high with citrus oranges and greens. Vendors handing out orange juice, orange peels by the thousands, piled up by the gutter, along with fish spines and bits of brightly coloured material. Alleyways filled with empty, shuttered shops and tall buildings springing up everywhere by the month.
Oranges and fish. Markets and spices. Haughty prideful patriotism. This was Casablanca.
I did not see the Casablanca that tourists see. I was…
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