I met Margo a few years ago on my travels and I was at once taken by her wit and charm. She admired my signature dress, “perfect for camel riding” she said, “or dining with the Kahn”. She even suggested a subtle addition – the insertion of a secret pocket to hide her gold lest she be set upon by brigands.
Before you could say “sand dune” I had one delivered to her tent on a silver platter. She has been wearing it ever since.
While dining together under the stars, somewhere on the Silk Road, she told me her story. Born of Venetian nobility and named after her famous male counterpart she was destined from an early age to become an intrepid explorer.
I asked her if she ever found the rugged conditions of her caravanserai difficult. “Quite, the contrary” she replied “I feel free. Unfettered by social conventions. Luxury is in the eye of the beholder”, she said pointing to the desert stars above. I knew instinctively what she meant.
As we huddled around the campfire to protect ourselves from the desert chill, a serpent came into our midst. Margo grabbed the snake by the throat and flailed it against a rock, dispatching the hapless creature with a single stroke. She continued with her story as if nothing had happened.
“I am a traveller and adventurer”, she explained “but I earn my living as a merchant, buying and selling exotic ornaments and alluring objets that capture the imaginations of my loyal following back in civilization”.
By the end of the evening she held me in her thrall and I have been completely inspired by everything Margo ever since. It is in her honor that I created the Margo Polo Club.