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... no other lights at all). Ironic here in this a narrow maze of madness there was traffic etiquette? Eventually after wandering aimlessly through the warren of colourful souks we were back in Main Square. More mopeds and bicycles whizzed under our noses, beggars with baby’s strapped to their backs and with hands outstretched, followed us everywhere. Vendors hassled to sell us a meal and the street performers danced, juggled, sang and beat drums. And by the time we ...
... Casa Lalla owned by a delightful and helpful French couple Annabel and Pierre-Olivier.
We settled into our beautiful room and went to enjoy dinner in the garden of an old favorite restaurant in Gueliz, the new town, Rotisserie de laPaix.
The next morning, after a lovely breakfast on the terrace of our riad we visited the Dar Si Said palace… we skipped the crowds at the Bahia Palace in favor of a ...
... Lovely folks who used to live in Milan and were in the fashion industry.
Anyway, after a fabulous meal of bread, salad (Moroccan salad consists of small dishes of vegetables such as olives, cut up tomatoes, cut up cauliflower and grilled eggplant), rice and beef tangine (a Moroccan dish cooked in a clay pot with a sauce and potatoes) it was time to call it a night. I would have one more day of driving through the Atlas Mountains before we reached Marrakesh.
As we arrive in sunny Marrakech, we thought it was an ideal moment to finally write the long-time-coming food blog. And here it is: our carefully (and tastefully) selected list of the fabulous, weird, hilarious, memorable, strange, and sometimes just confusing food (and drink) experiences over the last 5 and a bit months (in chronological order). Enjoy your meal / ¡Bon Provecho! / Bon Appetit! / Buon Appitito / وجبة شهية. ...
... We stopped in the street and the driver loaded our packs into a large cart fashioned by a metal tub and two bicycle wheels, with long poles attached to the front for a person to stand between with the intent to propel it along. We paid the taxi driver and went with our hired 15-year old cart commander and a grown man named Abdel Juachim, who would show us to our place. Abdel spoke absolutely no English, not one word, but we did converse a little bit in our very bad French. ...