Safi, Morocco
Drake and Gip paused in awe just inside the entrance to the Safi Museum of National History. The ceilings were practically a hundred feet high. From outside, they had assumed this was a five-story building, but it had just one expansive floor. The walls were granite, with every square inch covered with ornate carvings, sculpted directly into the walls. Most of the themes seemed to be religious or historical in nature. Centuries, even millennia of culture were depicted in painstaking detail in an architectural and artistic endeavor beyond the imagination of the western mind. The Sistine Chapel was a kindergarten finger painting in comparison. Near the rear wall, a curator sat quietly safeguarding a trove of historical documents Gip had hoped would help them.
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