Finally with the dolls.
I loved this doll from Morocco when I was little. I thought the veil she wore was so adult. Which I think now must have really meant sexy. Of course, that wasn't really the point of the veil at all as we know now. When I made and remade my list of favorite dolls (um, the list making thing had to start somewhere) she often wound up on top for being so exotic. I don't know who went to Morocco; my best guess would be my paternal grandparents. They probably hated it. At least I got the doll.