Amalay Hotel Marrakech
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... or so we thought. After wandering, and unknown to us, lost, we arrived at what we thought was the museum. Well, it was a museum but not the one we wanted - but in for a penny in for a Dirham as they say here, we paid the entrance fee and went into the museum. It was small, neat, uninformative and slightly dull, but the lady at reception was charming and did direct us to the correct museum as we left !
After a spot of map ...
... a country where alcohol is not easily found (no drinks on this entire trip). And I have not found a cafe with a woman sitting alone - in fact I can only remember 2-3 times I saw a woman sitting at all (always with her husband). Only the men go out. So I don't find it comfortable. Of course it probably doesn't help that it's been quite chilly every day - I packed for ...
... H&M clothing). But we headed to the famous medina and after a short tour of the palace of the last Sultan (and his 4 official wives and 28 unofficial wives) and a museum which could be thoroughly viewed in under 15 minutes, we were let loose on the souks. We saw snake charmers, monkey dancers, sellers of all kinds of Moroccan goods (some nice, some very trinkety). We are all getting better at bargaining but it's still uncomfortable. It's hard not to buy when you are ...
... annoyance missed this, and had to be content with my retelling of the story.
After lunch we wandered rather aimlessly until we entered the municipal gardens which were a joy to behold, much more accepting and much more free than the Majorelle. We stopped near a tree which was over 100 years old and seemed, for some odd reason, to have been named Oliver - at least that is what we thought the sign said - how were we ...
... pulling bread and pushing it down onto sizzling hot plates. Men clamoured at a stand selling fresh smoothies, devouring them like drunken students guzzling beer. Unfortunately, what we had failed to anticipate was that our journey home coincided with the end of prayers, and a deluge of people suddenly flooded into the streets, motorbikes, push bikes, handcarts and pedestrians all fighting for their own path through the pandemonium of the tightly packed alleyways. We ...