Whenever I think of Morocco, I think of Moroccan leather. For some reason, leather has always been my achilles heel of travelling. No matter how many countries I visit, I still can’t walk past a…
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I’ll admit, I hadn’t exactly planned to get naked in a Moroccan hammam. And yet, on the afternoon of International Women’s Day, I sat on the beautifully tiled floor of a…