The fountain of youth is definitely in Morocco this summer, in botanical gardens, in gallons of mint tea in etched gold glasses, in the land of turmeric and cinnamon, saffron and sumac. There will be blues and yellows, and deep clay red. Turtles in the garden, moving softly in the leafy shade, and us walking through a million archways, the sweeping curves feeling so much more like home than straight lines.
