Places to Read

When I was a child in the late 1960’s my mother took us to live in⁠ Morocco for a couple of years. We didn’t have a lot of possessions but I was allowed to take three of my favourite books. I had a paperback of Oscar Wilde’s The Happy Prince which had the most beautiful cover with a thrilling illustration - no pictures inside. I had quickly learned Arabic and I liked to wander around Marrakech and find places to sit and read....

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