1921: from "In Morocco", by Edith Wharton

"From this peaceful corner one passes into the barbaric splendour of a souk hung with unnumerable plumy bunches of floss silk - skeins of citron yellow, crimson, grasshopper green and pure purple. This is the silk-spinners' quarter, and next to it comes that of the dyers, with great seething vats into which the raw silk is plunged, and ropes overhead where the rainbow masses are hung out to dry.