Mon ami, James Bond

I forgot to mention! If you have a beard and you are in Morocco, for some reason, everyone calls you Ali Baba. Except for saturday night, when I was wandering the medina near the R’Cif area. There were three or four little kids playing soccer, and the start following me. Then one of them stars singing “Mon amiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, James Bonddddddddddd!” So apparently the ol’ friendly mutton chops transforms you from Ali Baba to James Bond. Sweet.

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