Monday, March 7, 2011

Moroccan influences.

It’s not always ostriches with galoshes and naked ladies. Sometimes it's just patterns and colors.

I’ve never been to Morocco, although I think I’d like to go someday. I had a good meal at the Moroccan pavilion in EPCOT once. There was a belly dancer and lots of handsome men and my chicken pie had powdered sugar on it. It was nice. And I once bought a pair of shoes in that same area that were really cool.

I am guessing that EPCOT Morocco isn’t the same as MOROCCO Morocco, but it will have to do for now.

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