The sun loves Melbourne. In summer it is a harsh and demanding lover, but in autumn, its tender light spills gold from the trees, leaving the town half-naked for winter.
I am off to Sahara - the Sahara in Melbourne, Melbourne in autumn. A narrow stairway leads to a room scented with spice, warm with Moroccan charm.
Tagine, kofta burger, and wine. We talk of life, faraway places, the past and the future. The wide window lets autumn in; faces, food, and stories steep in Moroccan spices, glowing in golden light.
Autumn sun loves Melbourne the most.
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