I’ve just come back from a trip to Tangier, Morocco for a few days with my friend Marina (looking v stylish above). We had a blast shopping, poking around the markets, eating fish soup at the charismatic Popeyes restaurant, exploring the medina and so forth. It’s not often I get to meet a journalist, artist, novelist/botanist and movie star within a 5 day period. That’s a taste of Tangier, a bit of everything, mostly the unexpected. On one of my walkabouts I became very inspired by a bunch of coloured woven donkey straps, and similarly a few days later by a hamam strap. “Er? What is Sarah banging on about?” Well.. all will be revealed in 2012, I predict there’ll be donkey straps paraded around St Tropez and the like next Summer. Primitive Chic, I’ll leave it at that. It was an extra valiant effort because I was on crutches having torn my calf muscle in London.. I’m mentioning this because the Moroccans were completely lovely to me, I had help wherever I went and well wishers all the way. It’s not all bad though, the donkey strap weaver’s expressed an interest in marrying me, he thinks I’m a good prospect with my new business, he’s pushing 80 years bless him and his luck!
A no beating round the bush inscription on a head stone in the cemetary of St Andrews Church
Marina’s at the bar with me at the vibrant Cinema Rif, a recently renovated art deco cinema in the heart of Tangier with a cool cafe. Check the Tangier youth scene behind her, they’ve got a good look going on.