What Christine Did Next…In Marrakech…
I suppose in retrospect I could have got arrested. But actually, all I could think about as I sped through the medina in Marrakech on the back of that motorbike was that I had finally found a bit of me that’s been missing in action for quite a few years.
The bit of me that will jump on the back of a motorbike in Marrakech. Just like that…
….it was only at the cashpoint, on my fourth credit card, dropping notes casually into my bag, with a queue forming behind me and a beautiful young man on a revving motorbike waiting for me that I thought that from the outside this may not look quite right…
…but that thought was fleeting, eradicated by the sight of the beautiful young man on the revving motorbike waiting to speed me back through the medina with the wind in my wet hair, screaming silently inside WHOOOP WHOOP WHOOP….past the cars and the bikes and the children and the stalls, and the guards outside the royal palace….
Scuse me..sorry…just had a flash back.
Shall we rewind a bit
I have a picture on my bedroom wall. I picked it up for two euros fifty from a stall by the river in Rome.
The picture is a photo. A publicity still from Roman Holiday. Audrey Hepburn is on a moped. So is Gregory Peck. They are outside the Colisseum. She is a Princess. He is a journalist..somehow, they have found eachother, briefly, fleetingly. He is a good guy. Although he could have been a bad guy. She is a good girl, but she really would like to be a bad girl…If you haven’t seen it, I don’t want to ruin it for you……it is wonderful. That’s my review.
When I first saw it, the fact that Audrey Hepburn’s Princess was exhausted by responsibility and duty and just wanted to escape, was not on my radar. I liked Gregory Peck…hashtag…#shallow…
A few years later, single parent, tired, responsible….Oh yes, I definitely see Roman Holiday in a much…hash tag…#deeper light.
Then I went to Marrakech…