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Posted by on May 3, 2012 in Africa, Morocco

How my Fake Husband and a Smile made for a perfect day

How my Fake Husband and a Smile made for a perfect day

I entered the medina (old city) alone. I knew I would face some advances from men, so I tossed a ring onto the appropriate finger in preparation for any advances. I would smile, and laugh when locals and store owners gave me sympathetic smiles after determining I was alone, but upon hearing of “Jean” (aka my fake husband) they smiled approvingly. This exchange led to a lot of free goods for me. I will never stop smiling – nor divorce Jean!

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