Posts Tagged With: Casablanca
Just like New York
Pops called me daughter, dropping the grand. Sometimes he called me oh girl. “Oh girl, oh girl, oh girl,” he’d say when he entered the room, and I knew he was talking to me. He had voice, and I loved him for it. But, I liked it best when he said “Just like New York.” [...]
Categories: Morocco, wanderings
Tags: bigg, Casablanca, graffiti, just like new york, miniature new york, nannie, new york city, nyc, pops
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“I came to Casablanca for the waters.”
In Brooklyn there came the sound of the ice cream truck, maddening in its frequency and cheeriness, a sure way to recognize the summer season if the foul smell of garbage cans and the oppressive heat hadn’t already clued you in. There’s an equally irritating aural villain in my neighborhood in Casablanca: the cd salesman.
Categories: Morocco, wanderings
Tags: Bismillah, Boombox, Casablanca, Ice Cream Truck Melody, Maarif, Morocco
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