Becky took the plastic tip into her mouth and breathed deeply while listening to the metal hookah happily bubble while she sat cross-legged on her new silk rug, she and her husband had spread out in the living room of the apartment they had rented in Marrakech. She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment and could hear the beating of her heart and bustling noise on the streets a few stories below. Tilting her head back, she blew the hashish infused smoke into the air and watched it swirl around the smooth Tadelakt walls.
Suppressing her cough, she passed the passed the hose to Arn and rose to her feet while her head swam. Walking to the balcony, she held the cool metal rail with her hands and looked out at the living city that had stood for nearly a thousand years. Breathing deeply, she took in the smells of roasting spiced meats and exhaust from cars that were not held to any emission standards. They were a few stories up but she still felt as if she was still standing in the marketplace.