Whilst in France, I found this postcard at a flea-market. I bought it because I was about to spend the next two weeks in Morocco, and the image on the postcard is that of a Moroccan Souk. Staying in a small, isolated Berber village made me feel both very far from and very near to the basic elements of human society, whilst Marrakech was a typical -exciting- bustling city. In fact it was almost overwhelming; the crowds, the smells, the orange juice and snakes. I tried some haggling in the Souks, but wasn't very good- although one man did offer to buy me for 49,000 camels.
