The blue and slender palms sway with the muskrat. Over a field of white flowers, the awakening of vetiver essence. The doves fly over the leathery earth. They reach their apogee of iris under a shower of ylang ylang. In the alleys, perfumes repeat themselves: the orange trees blossom through the ramparts. An amaranth burnous finds its way through pepper and ginger, at the gates of the medina. The cypresses stand in front of the exquisite warheads, the frames of arabesques. An indigo city, an imperial city, an old city reappears, like a mirage of leather iris: Moroccan leather.