A few years ago, I passed a carpet shop in the Blue Town in Morocco, and kept giving me a way. The cat on the feet slipped into the door step by step.In the shop, there was an old grandfather under the strange hat. The stray cat jumped on the wooden table full of carpet, and meowed.Grandpa smiled and motioned for me to sit down, poured me a cup of local mint tea, and I had to look through the carpets on the table one by one.Talking about this exotic pattern is really cute, but unfortunately I ca n’t afford to consume or take it away at that time, but I did n’t buy anything for a long time. The grandfather had to send me out. At this time, the lazy cat refused to go with me.Essence
When I decided to do "Hey Shop", they asked me between the merchants and consumers, how can there be a "retail relationship"? I took the tea and remembered the old grandpa of that year.
He said that Moroccos carpet has its own long name called "Boucherouit". He also said that those bright colors and unconcerned stick needle feet represent the independence and grassroots spirit of the old Arab nomadic people. He also said more to shoot moreThe photo shows your friends, maybe they will like it too.