Duane H.H. Lyon Good day family, Valley friends, and summer neighbors. Back to Marrakech, Morocco we go. After my wagon ride, I slowly wandered back to the city square and into the lobby of Hotel Ali. They were booked solid but for five American dollars I secured a wool blanket, pillow, and a spot on the roof just under the stars with the winds blowing in from the vast Sahara desert. I would la...