The patisserie was close—I could smell it.
Entering with my stroller, I passed the bread counter and was bombarded with cookies! Round cookies, colored cookies, pressed cookies, marzipan-filled cookies—which ones should I bring to a friend’s house?
Read More"Say ‘shukran,’ honey," I whispered.
My two-year old, new lollipop in hand, looked at me out of the corner of her eye.
"Shukran."
The Moroccan shop owner burst into a smile, scooped the little girl up and kissed her face.
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