Rug rogues or thick tourists?

Nueva entrada - I'm doing this in Spain. Jerez to be precise, or Sherrish as I like to call it (and as it was known to the Brits a couple of centuries ago). This is the last day of our holiday which has also taken in Seville, Vejer de la Frontera, Tarifa and Tangiers, where we were predictably ripped off and parted from several large value notes. The picture above is part of the story. If I can forget for a moment my own stupidity and loss of cash, then it was a fascinating insight into human psychology - mostly our own. Those guys are good at their game - and we were idiots. On the plus side we do have a gorgeous hand made [mass produced, or made by exploited children] silk [possibly rayon] high quality [for a couple of years at least] naturally dyed [with toxic chemicals] rug [ok, it is a rug]. A happy memory with which to furnish our new house.

I'm not bitter though. It was interesting, and an experience which the majority of tourists to this strange, wild, damaged city have - and the rug is quite nice.