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... know. We sit at a cafe in the square and have a mint tea. Again I can't help thinking we are thirty years too late to see it at its authentic best. We go back to the hotel and have dinner at their Italian restaurant. Not very adventurous of us but the food is excellent. We have a night cap in the Churchill bar. Its the least we can do to honour the great man to get ****** as no doubt he did every day at the hotel. There is a jazz group ...
... but very thankful for the rest.
After breakfast, we headed down to the large weekly market, which serves the entire area, and sold all of the necessities for daily life here. It was really fun to see the parking lot on the side of the market. Villagers journey from as far away as 30 miles to buy and sell at the market, so have to park their donkeys in the “parking lot”, where one man watches over the donkeys and their saddles. Two other men ...
... with a petit taxi driver to take me into the middle of town for a couple of dollars. Inside the cab I spoke French with an old Moroccan woman about food, the weather, the United Sates, and what I was doing in Morocco.
When I finally reached Café du Livre, I discovered that I really liked their selection of books. I took a used murder mystery book home for about $5. On the way home I went to a restaurant and ordered a tagine, a mixture of vegetables, meat, and spices that ...
... feeding the velociraptors in Jurassic Park. Shifting uneasily from side to side, sweating uncontrollably, stealing glances at the exit, oh how I wish I could but bolting just isn't an option. The bag will slow me down and I'll get lost.
So I sing, in a fashion...and clap (I'm rather proud of my clapping) and dance around and around, clearly panic-stricken and out of my depths and the children are paralysed. What by is a good question; curiosity ...
... through all 100 billion neurons in my brain. Even my heart and lungs pause to register the signal. What's that? Awkwardness looming? Yeah, yeah, roger that, damage control, damage control!!!
How to put it delicately?
"I have no games."
Panic. Tension in his jawbones, a droplet of sweat, a lick of the lips...I’ve been sent a moron, he's thinking which is fine because I've spotted Abdel by this point and am thinking exactly the same.