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Identifier: inmorocco00wharuoft (find matches)
Title: In Morocco
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Wharton, Edith, 1862-1937
Subjects: Morocco -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ed walls and the blue-white domesabove them, it rests on its carpet of rich fruit-gardens like some rare specimen of Arab art on astrip of old Oriental velvet. Within the walls, the magic persists: which doesnot always happen when one penetrates into themirage-like cities of Arabian Africa. Sale has thecharm of extreme compactness. Crowded betweenthe river-mouth and the sea, its white and pale-blue houses almost touch across the narrow streets,and the reed-thatched bazaars seem like miniaturereductions of the great trading labyrinths of Tunisor Fez. Everything that the reader of the Arabian Nightsexpects to find is here: the whitewashed nicheswherein pale youths sit weaving the fine mattingsfor which the town is still famous; the tunnelledpassages where indolent merchants with bare feetcrouch in their little kennels hung with richly or-namented saddlery and arms, or with slippers ofpale citron leather and bright embroidered ba-bouches; the stalls with fruit, olives, tunny-fish, I 24 )
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From a plwlojraph from the Serrice def lieaux-Artti an Maroc Sale—entrance of tlio Meder.sa RABAT AND SALfi vague syrupy sweets, candles for saints* tombs,Mantegnesque garlands of red and green peppers,griddle-cakes sizzling on red-hot pans, and all thevaried wares and cakes and condiments that thelady in the tale of the Three Calanders went outto buy, that memorable morning in the market ofBagdad. Only at Sale all Is on a small scale: there is notmuch of any one thing, except of the exquisite mat-ting. The tide of commerce has ebbed from theintractable old city, and one feels, as one watchesthe listless purchasers in her little languishingbazaars, that her long animosity against the in-truder has ended by destroying her own life. The feeling increases when one leaves the bazaarfor the streets adjoining it. An even deeper hushthan that which hangs over the well-to-do quartersof all Arab towns broods over these silent thorough-fares, with heavy-nailed doors barring half-ruinedhouses.

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