1 Comment

A splendid article. Thank you. We remember the tail end of International Morocco. In 1964 we spent a month there. They have been lucky in having a wise king and it is heartening to see the improvements made when we were there have born fruit..literally, the vines The King had planted on rocky hillsides are now producing export income. The people were delightful and they accepted us with kindness and hospitality .We were able to visit remote places where the children rushed out to see us and even the cats were curious about people they had not seen except when Mr Churchill went there to paint during the war. My family lived during The Raj and I remember gloomy houses filled with (not only the smell of curry) but all sorts of amazing souvenirs. Stories of alligator hunting on the rivers in Africa and grand dinners in India where even the British ladies wore saris ( before the Woke sensitivity about cultural crossovers.. (remind me to give up drinking Cha.). I loved those days when we could enjoy others cultures, other people, other traditions. The Woke Brigade have robbed us of so much, even if Blue Spode Willow Pattern china is still acceptable, for now.

Expand full comment