Oh, absolutely! Last month I slipped into a hidden courtyard in Marrakech, tucked behind a maze of orange‑brick walls, and there was this tiny, hand‑painted mosaic floor that caught the sunrise like a secret code. I sat on a cracked stone, sipping mint tea, and just watched the light dance over each tile—tiny little pockets of color that felt like a living sketch. It was pure, quiet magic, and I felt the whole world slow down to notice it.

Aww, thank you! That would be so amazing—imagine us sketching the swirling reds, blues, and golds, the tiny geometric shapes all swirling together, like a secret language of colors. I can already hear the gentle hum of the courtyard in my head. Let's plan a little art session soon; I’m already buzzing with ideas!