First, I need to make a confession. I’ve never been a shopaholic, and a visit to the mall is not a synonym of pleasure for me. Crowds of loud people barging through the alleys, overabundance of poor-quality products, heat… thanks but no, thanks. I’d rather order online. And I’d much rather go to a cosy place like an antique shop, but unfortunately second-hand shops don’t really qualify as such peaceful oases. In Poland, at least, because in Italy it’s entirely different. Anyway, I never would’ve thought that these things I detest so much would make me feel so much at home… at a Moroccan market.