Moroccan Night.

The genie in the bottle beside Alladin's lamp awaiting the cue to perform her dance Aromatic spices fill the air..authentic meals to be my fare. Tagines of fowl and lamb....fish and yams Bastille chicken flavored with cinamon, raisins and date palm. Finely ground walnuts,pecans and such give flavors ..a mysterious touch. Walls alive in mosaic designs.....brocaded covered chairs, vivid colors dazzlingly bright ...... send my mind on a fantasy flight to Biblical times. Tamborines and drums...castanets and strings , tease the soloist as she sings.......in language strange, croons an angelic voice...is it that of Solomon the king? The desert draws near .... and there behold, Moses leading the Israelites... Noah building his ark.......pairs of animals to be seen the furious Pharao beside his Egyptian queen. king solomon himself upon his throne a solitatry figure as though made of stone. The Genie dances only as such a one can with sharp sword balanced atop her head. Among flying scarves , a dizzying path..... through tables and chairs she weaves. Her body a nudge....a tremor...... a blur leaves a mysterious afterglow. Then the music stops.... the scenery fades Now I'm back to a place that fails to compare to the distant one I've seen with Alladin's lamp as my guide ..... a mysterious genie by my side.. Just to let my friends know that this was my experience last night during my Birthday dinner. We dined at a Morroccan restaurant. a delightful experience it was.