Hotel du Tresor
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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 ...
... the Riad at around 11 am. We walked toward the spa and went into some streets that were just crazy: stalls of meat hanging in the open air (like half pigs for example)--couldn't stand the sight of the flies buzzing around the meat, stalls of some sort of cactus that I think they peel and eat??, huge bunches of mint--smelled really good, pastries that attracted gazillions of bees, and lots and lots of people, bikes, motorbikes all trying to fit in the same place. It was ...
... vehicle import paper (TVIP), they had none which meant obtaining one at the border crossing. The border wasn’t too bad, yes there were people approaching you trying to get you to fill in forms with them but I stuck to my guns and the advice of guide books and ignored them, avoiding eye contact. This tall, old guy in traditional dress kept approaching me, it was almost as if he could sense I was a form short. I continued to ignore him until ...
... flipflops as we strode ankle deep in unquestionable puddles. Columns of water fell off unguttered roofs and we squelched back to Djemmael Fna. I posted some cards, haggled for a beautiful black umbrella and huddled towards the warmth offered by the hammans. Our steps led us to a new area, elegant and filled with antique shops, tucked between the Palace and the filth of the Jewish quarter. We popped into to see the sparse displays of the Da Si Said Museum, ...