Riad D'Airain Marrakech
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... to land in Morocco. A digression of thought: one that Canadians reading this blog may understand better than non-Canadians: In this country we remember and honor Terry Fox, a man with cancer and only one leg, who did NOT run across Canada. But we don't give credit to Steven Fonyo, the man with cancer and one leg, who DID run across this country. There is a tendency to mythologize the tragic figures of our past, and to ignore the living successes. Ruth is ...
... were restored and remain place. I love this! The intricate grills made out of either iron or cedar wood covering the windows here and in all of Morocco are called mashrabiya. The mashrabiya window cover is designed so the view inside-looking-out is not blocked however from the outside-looking-in, the view is obscured. Interior courtyards and mashrabiyas are all about privacy. All manner of Berber handicraft items are on display – ...
... of tagine and couscous for various meals here.
There is more to Marrakech beyond the Djemaa. Streets branching off the square are home to innumerable covered souqs, many with euphonious and rhyming names like Attarine (Spice souq), Nejjarine (Carpenters souq), Sammerine (Silk souq), Lebbadine etc. Wandering through them and watching craftsmen at work making shoes, bags, metal decorative objects was a pleasant way to while away a few ...
We woke up to a bright morning and Mason and I got up and out of the tent in time to see the sunrise over the Sahara Desert. We were the only ones in camp to rise that early. Soon Shelby, Adriana and Estela were up on the sand ridge enjoying the view with us. The Casablancans were up soon enough, but having missed the sunrise, they hunched down into the pit of a sand dune to watch the sun rise over a dune so they could experience a sunrise all their own. We were on ...
... say, reassuringly and you know what, I start to relax. He is still smiling as he stands and, all eyes now on him, makes his way to the centre, through the centre, coming to a stop two feet from my chair legs. Uhoh.
Now I must stand. A pause. He takes my hand. A pause.
There is a perceptible increase in tension as the children all suddenly tip forwards, hands on their laps, necks craned, weight shifting voraciously and it all becomes a ...