you can walk around inside the movie in your head, play the bogie character you never were, all against an all too willing, all too genuine backdrop. ordinarily just about the last thing in the world i would be interested in doing is antiquing, but buried in the network of twisting narrow streets of the old city is boutique majid, owned and operated and personally curated by this man. and he is one interesting guy. thank you. >> come in. >> when he was a little kid back in the '60s, majid left his hometown of fez and came here where he would earn money emptying ashtrays at wild and extravagant parties being thrown here by wealthy expats. he saw what people would buy for themselves, how they decorate their homes and he started to look around for himself, scoring, then reselling art and antiques.