The Sun Offers No Wisdom

Source: Notes from the Road

On a still afternoon in the baking sun on a street in Marrakech, the smell of an old city comes alive – dust and charcoal, stale food, incense, motor oil, damp stone. All these smells, occasionally unpleasant, are the smells of travel, and so while some are surely unique to Marrakech, others evoke places that I can’t quite place in my mind. Places and times, fragmented memories and broken images – the fragrance of travel.

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