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Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
We walked. It was hot.
Lunch at (name coming) on way to Jardin Majorelle. I was dying for some iced tea. Of course, there was nothing like that on the menu. I saw someone at a table with a glass of ice, and it occurred to me that I could make my own.
We ordered Salade Variee and The Noir with glasses of ice. The server looked at us with confusion, "Verres? Avec glacons?" Oui. He went over to make the tea, which was right in front of where ...
... which is great.
We went out and about again at around 6 pm, ready for dinner. We walked around quite a bit, looked for Jmaa El Fna, but never found it. We tried to find a cafe or something a little more "authentic," but nothing was open that we could find. We decided on this restaurant at a hotel (name coming). I was afraid it wouldn't be very good, but we walked in, and I mouthed to Hunter, "Wow." And she vigorously nodded her head.
We sat by the ...
... filled couple of weeks on the tour we did as little as possible today. Steven watched YouTube videos most of the day whilst I read and did some organisation for our trip. We did venture out for a delicious lunch after which we got horribly lost trying to get back to our guesthouse. We could see using our GPS where we needed to go but finding a way through the winding alleyways was literally like walking through a maze. 'Helpful' locals constantly ...
... seemed to keep the chaos beyond at bay. Men herded to the wall of the mosque and knelt repeatedly in prayer, with their backs to the street. We sat quietly in the shade, eating sweet pastries. We viewed offal,intestines and trimmed meat in a market lane and then ate hot skewers of lamb at a street stall, with a fast and reassuring turnover of locals. That night, returning to the Djemma el Fna we were amazed at the theatrical transformation. From the ...