#El Morocco

[vintagelasvegas]

Las Vegas Strip, May 1983

[gatabella]

Natalie Wood at El Morocco, 1950s

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio at El Morocco on September 12, 1954, during their brief marriage.

Photo: Pen and Sword/mediadrumworld/The Mirror

[postcard-from-the-past]

"El Morocco", photography by Garry Winogrand, 1955

American vintage postcard

[menubot]

Welcome to El Morocco, would you care for the menu? http://menus.nypl.org/menus/28320

[loverboyos]

this was the highlight of the match

el yamiq(moroccan player) planting a kiss on pepe's (portuguese player) head for missing a goal💀

[paulpingminho]

[jadonsgf]

jawad el yamiq celebrates with a palestinian flag after canada v morocco | 1.12.22

[sonicandvisualsurprises]

70's

Captivating chaabi instrumental.

Chaabi (شعبي in Arabic), also known as Chaâbi, Sha-bii, or Sha'bii meaning "folk", refers to different music genres in North Africa such as Algerian chaabi, Moroccan chaabi and Egyptian Shaabi.

Source : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaabi

[detroitlib]

View of the Club El Morocco in Idlewild, Michigan. Printed on front: "Club El Morocco, Idlewild, Mich." Printed on back: "All rights reserved. The L.L. Cook Co., Milwaukee."

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[oldshowbiz]

1947.

Jack Gilford plays El Morocco in Montreal.

[gatabella]

Elizabeth Taylor and Nicky Hilton at El Morocco, New York, 1950

[deluluduck227]

Clingy | Bilal El Khanouss

synopsis : In which bilal is being clingy

warning: a very tiny hint of mature content

Bilal just came back from a game, usually he'd be very tired as it is the case today. You couldn't join him in the stadium today as he's really secretive about you and you, yourself preferred being out of the spotlight. When he entered the house he found you laying in the couch, smelling fresh and all after enjoying the longest shower you've taken in a while. He headed towards you, leaned down and pressed a firm kiss on your cheek. You smiled at the contact you both had and moved aside to create a space for him so he could join you.

" Not now, I'll change into something comfy and join you." He spoke calmly, ruffling your hair.

" Babe, bring me a pair of socks please, I'd be glad."

He nodded and you watched him as he left the living room. You switched your gaze to the giant window watching silently the scene before you, decorated by the white snow covers.

Shortly after Bilal came back, already changed into some sweatpants and a white hoodie.

"Didn't I warn you not to wear white anymore?" You scoffed, watching as he grabbed gently your ankles, putting your feet on his chest as he began putting your socks on for you. Fluttering!

"Why? is there a problem if I wore white?" He spoke, wiggling his eyebrows as his smile widened.

"Stop acting like you don't know Bilal!" He made an innocent face as he crawled on the couch and positioned himself on you, his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your hips. You couldn't feel any better! Cuddling with your favorite person in this snowy day, it was a dream.

"So, did you watch the game?" Bill asked, his voice gravelly since his face was pressed into your chest.

"Of course I did! You played really really good! I bet girls out there were stripping you naked in their minds!"

" That's a silly thing to say since you know you're the only one I love and care about." His reply caught you off guard as you lifted his head, cupping his fluffy cheeks and you pecked his pouty lips.

"Why do i feel like you're being jealous?" His eyes narrowed, acting mischievous just to tease you but you didn't buy it. You scoffed, forcing his head back to his previous position.

"Shut up! Don't you dare ruin this moment." You earned from him a chuckle as you let your fingers stroke his head, tousling with his short hair. You heard him groan. he liked this gesture to the moon and back!

"You know i like this pain!" Your brows furrowed at his unexpected comment.

"What pain my love?"

"The soreness in my muscles after a very tense game, i like it." You nodded your head understandably, your man can be very strange sometimes but you're very used to it by now!

"Maybe you are sadistic!" He shrugged his shoulder at your comment as he tightened his grip on your hips.

"It's your problem since you'de be the one suffering!" You smacked his shoulder glaring at his skull.

"You're such a pervert! Seriously shut up!"

"Okay okay i'll never speak again until your majesty allows me to!"

"Fair enough, now sleep, you must be tired!"

He nodded, his hands snuck to your legs wrapping them around lower body. The new position made him more comfortable as your steady heartbeats lulled him to sleep, shortly after you followed him.

that was it. ta daaa

[postcard-from-the-past]

El Kebir Mosque in Meknes, Morocco

French vintage postcard

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Beautiful crafted window at Fes-El Bali in Fez, MOROCCO

[dailystreetsnapshots]

Fez, Morocco