This dilapidated, skewed doorway hides in a Marrakech alley. White paint flakes off the two diamonds painted on this burgundy-colored door. One diamond points down to a makeshift doormat made of crumbling tile and debris. The other points your attention to the tiny and obscure mail-slot, at the top of the door, inscribed with the word LETTRES. No one has opened this door in a while. Neither has any letter been recently pushed through the slot. It may remain like this for some time to come.