The t-shirt, maybe.
I wonder if all the expat Morocco bloggers aren’t sort of “known” – I remember going to the laundromat in Agdal last year, and I spotted a Western girl sitting there – we started to chat, and she said breezily, “Oh, I know who YOU are, I read your blog about meeting your husband.” Eee, talk about dirty laundry.
Later on that year, I was strolling through Oudaiyas, only to spot Jill from Morocco Report – I called out to her, and I think the poor girl was rather stunned that someone recognized her on the street like that, particularly someone she’d never met!