It has been a long time, my friends. We are in the midst of Ramadan here in Rabat, a cool near-summer evening, the mournful call of a trumpet announcing the setting of the sun.
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
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