The art of the deal.
November 24th 2006 By my second day in Morocco I’m completely drained. I’ve been hustled, harassed, cursed at in Arabic on three separate occasions, and shown enough Berber rugs to carpet the Sahara. It’s hardly encouraging to hear everyone describe Chefchaouen - a mellow mountain town with a cool blue medina - as very tranquilo. Mention the word Fes and eyebrows begin to raise. That’s where Morocco reall
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