It was like a story time for children.  Only we were grown ups.  In a chic boutique.  Sipping delicious Moroccan wines.  Sharing a love for the city in which we lived.  Along with our storyteller.

Mr. Richard Hamilton, who shared some stories from his new book, The Last Storytellers, as we sat around a fountain filled with the prettiest roses.

And he told us stories about how he collected these stories.  Or rather “treasures” as he referred to them.  Because sadly, he also informed us that this is also a dying art.

So as I read the stories, I can only hope that the treasures within his work will enchant future generations.