Casablanca: Rick's Cafe
It’s not quite a literary interior this week, but I couldn’t think of a book I’ve read recently, having a Moroccan background so I turned my attention to movies.

Le Souk
invited me to curate a shopping board from their online shop/travel website, so I used the “Literary Interiors” series to integrate the board into a post about a Moroccan spaces. Even though I am not aiming a Moroccan/oriental style for my home right now, this type of exotic shapes are part of any eclectic interior, sometimes even mandatory, used as accents or as one central bigger piece.

Le Souk is the result of a big passion for oriental shapes, for the buzz and energy of oriental markets and for the scent of exotic and magic orient. Whether you want to experience the atmosphere of Morocco abroad or at a home, Le Souk has the key to both. Carefully tailored travel packages (honey moon, spa or adventure) and the home & deco product range that could help infuse a oriental style into your home, either take you to Morocco or bring Morocco to you.

Turning to “Casablanca”, the movie and the pretext for today’s post, needs certainly no introduction. Rick’s Cafe Americain is one of the main sets for the plot, a gathering point for an exotic mix of people, where social status becomes blurry and eventually fades away behind the music, smoke, gambling and romantic stories going on in the cafe.


The scene quickly dissolves to the cafe that evening – at one edge of the airport runway. An airport’s beacon light sweeps across the exterior of the cafe – resembling a prison’s circular searchlight to emphasize the forced confinement of everyone in the city. Below a lit sign Rick’s Cafe Americain, a Moroccan doorman lets the guests into the fashionable, upscale club. When the door opens, the smoky, Moorish atmosphere of the Cafe Americain is revealed. For a crowd of varied nationalities, black pianist Sam (Arthur “Dooley” Wilson) jauntily sings and plays big band swing music typical of the 40s: “It Had To Be You” and “Shine.”

The camera
eavesdrops on various groups found at different tables to introduce the activities of those stranded in Casablanca. Refugees attempt to escape from Nazi pursuit, hidden by the jovial, hectic and festive atmosphere in the cafe. Shady deals are being made by greedy black marketeers and the desperate, hopeful clientele of all classes and races speaking in various accents.

I’ve seen the movie years ago, and as soon as I set up my TV and DVD-player (the many cables and plugs make me dizzy) I will watch it again, on a rainy, cozy autumn evening.

And last but definitely not least, some of my favorite items from Le Souk shop: