Saturday, February 17. A relatively easy day. The first. Morning was a walking tour of a palace, necropolis, and the exterior of a mosque. At lunch I split off and had lamb Tagine. I really liked the beef variety but wanted to expand my horizons. Not as good. Part of the concept of tagine is soaking up the juices with bread. I’ve had enough bread to last several months. An odd feature of Morocco is the scarcity of normal coke. Coke Zero is everywhere, but not the standard version.
Had sugar cane and lemon juice. They squeeze the juice out of the trunks. Excellent.
The afternoon was another stroll through the medina/souk, another view from a rooftop terrance, then a comfortable siesta on the roof of the hotel, drinking wine and eating peanuts. The first time I’ve really goofed off on the trip.
In the evening we did a carriage ride through the new sections of the city. Weird riding through busy city streets. Brave horses. Dinner was almost normal. Excellent filet mignon. $20.
Outside the hotel.
Inside the hotel.
Deliveries in the 21st century.
Note the tongue. Sad.
The palace. Every ceiling is different.
Reflections through the windows.
Koutoubia Mosque, built in the 12th century, sister to the unfinished one in Rabat. 253 feet tall. A ramp was used for donkeys to carry the “caller to prayers” up five times a day.
Sugar cane and lemon juice. Delicious.
The questionable benefits of sugar cane juice.
That picture of the square yesterday? What it looks like in the day.
Monkeys are far more popular than snakes. Duh.
Yes, he’s selling dentures.
A mobile blacksmith. They’re about to stand up and yell at my companions for taking their picture without permission. I wisely stood elsewhere. And snapped quickly.
What I’m drinking at the moment. It’s liquid. And alcohol. Makes it wine I guess.
