卡萨布兰卡(城东路店)

I watched you from the Atlantic Ocean (Rabat) to the Mediterranean Sea (Tangier). Casablanca could not catch up with your charm. You became the scenery of the art town of Asilah. Chefchaouen has too much blue melancholy. You must prefer the unchanging infatuation of Fez for thousands of years. The snow you skied in Ifrane and the sunset in the Sahara, I can only find them in the Ouarzazate Cinema City. The sleepless square in Marrakech has your favorite belly dancers and your beloved Saint Laurent, but I was in a mess all the way, sniffing your fragrance.