Gold and silver and jewels and more silver and more jewels. The markets in the old Medina cater for every taste and every whim.

After a while a stroll becomes monotonous. The same pots, the same rugs, the same shoes, the same trinkets. There is something comforting in sameness, in monotony. Perhaps abundance or lack of scarcity creates a comfort even if it’s an illusion.

Still it’s nice to re-frame, and look again through the eye of a wide open lens.