No trip to Morocco is complete without purchasing a jeleba to swan around in. My friend and local guide, Emily, took me to her favourite second hand jeleba shop in Marrakech. There, we dug until we each found one that fit like a glove. When I saw the silver detailing peeking out from beneath a tower of fabric, I sensed that I had found the ~one~. It reminded me of David Bowie in a Ziggy Stardust type of way; I had to have it.