Oudaïa is almost as fun to say as it is to get lost in its maze of blue and blinding white. We took the long way home after a visit to the art supply store, my spine bending with the weight of several large tubes of oil paint tucked carefully into my satchel. There were canvases and sketchbooks, gouache, two wooden spoons, and a hand-woven blanket that also made their way into our arms.
But the blue, oh the blue... I could forget so much in that blue.