Youngest sat in the hairdressers and pointed to one of the large, glossy images hanging on the wall.
"I want my hair like that" she whispered to me.
The picture showed a mass of long wavy locks. Long hair - no problem. Curls - oops. Daughter has the sleekest straightest hair ever. And is obviously too young to venture into hair perming.
Kind hairdresser didn't flinch and offered to put waves in using one of her heated implements, and little one was delighted. And the result and her smile was a lump in the throat moment.
Curls glorious curls - for one day only - and worth every penny to see her skip through the town, checking her hair every 5 minutes just to see if they were still there, and breaking into a delighted grin to find they were still there.
A HOME IN THE HEART OF THE SOUK IN TAROUDANT
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