He was standing motionless in the middle of a narrow street in Fez Medina. He was like a dark skinny wooden statue asking for some alms, wearing a worn out djellaba. His mahogany face shone in the sun crossed by deep wrinkles. A foreigner gave him a ten dirham coin.
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lunes, 11 de febrero de 2013
A ten dirham coin
He was standing motionless in the middle of a narrow street in Fez Medina. He was like a dark skinny wooden statue asking for some alms, wearing a worn out djellaba. His mahogany face shone in the sun crossed by deep wrinkles. A foreigner gave him a ten dirham coin.
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