After a full day scouring through the souks of the Medina, I found the one. I was on my last ounce of hope when on my walk back to my Riad I gave one last glimmer of interest to a rug hanging from the main alley. The man pops out of his little shop and says, “You like? I sew for you. No problem. Come, come.” Suuuure, alright what does he have to show me.
No. No. No. Naahh.
“Ok, my friend. Come with me, I show you my cousin shop.”
He brings me to the very first shop of the day. Full circle! Here I was again. “No thanks, I’ve already been here.”
“No problem, we go over here.”
He introduces me to a friend of his then wanders off. “My friend will take care of you.”
Abdel Fattah of Khmissa Rugs
. A genuine man, calm and cool he begins showing me his collection.
Yet again, nothing interested me. WHAT DID I WANT?! Hell, I don’t even know what I like.
The shops are now closing. The lights dim and the foot traffic quiets down. Abdel then takes me around back to a shop that is tucked away. The one light on in the dark alley. He introduces me to his friend, Abdel Bahassaou, a very kind man who spoke few words, his favorite word, “happy?”