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Every year, as regular as migrating birds, the knees of spring return to Morocco. Our intrepid knee-spotter, Imelda Buttocks, has been out and about. Here is her special report:
Oh still my beating heart! It is that time again when visitors to Morocco begin to display their wondrous knees. German knees have always been a favourite, French knees are harder to find and this year's crop of Spanish knees is amazing to behold.
An amazing matching set.
In the chilly mountains of the Rif I spotted my first knees!
The rare Spanish Skimpy
While every travel magazine and guide book informs visitors to dress respectfully, the knees emerge. And not just knees. I also spotted this rare Spanish Skimpy with her mate.
The well dressed tourist
Knee-spotters know well that if they see a visitor carrying a copy of Lonely Planet, then knees will be hard to find. As the good book says "Do make a point of dressing modestly".
We live in hope.