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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 ...
... into the maze of souks and then away from the main drag - suddenly quiet and where people live, houses and empty alleys. Back to the markets and a quick demo from the wood turner making ornate items. All the kids were given a mini turned piece on a string round their necks. Onto the ironworks - sparks flying and hammers banging, each little workshop packed to the roof with metal and tools. A giant key ...
... to instigate me into an extra playful mood and to contribute to an evening of much laughter. While sipping yogi tea and dining on cheese filo pastry, Rosina and I faked Arabic sounding conversation to one another through our mobile phones, frequently collapsing into giggles.
From the Earth Cafe we returned to the Jama Elfna, where in the dark of the night, luminous lights were being hurtled into the sky.
One plain clothes ...