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Pic of the Day: March 16

There are five or six Arabic phrases still left from my childhood.  Not that they necessarily work in Morocco, where they speak a variant of Arabic different enough that mutual intelligibility isn’t guaranteed.

I walk around the streets trying to sound out written Arabic words, doubtless looking like a special needs student.  I know maybe half the letters, so on a good day I get two thirds of the sounds for words I generally don’t understand.  And yet I find this fun.

The missus was more fascinated by the graphics, especially the moustachio.