Riad Hotel Assia
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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 ...
We ventured out on foot for the last day. A twenty minute walk to the marjorelle gardens. Marjorelle was a plant collector. Small but perfectly manicured with lots of Cacti and a pond with turtles. Ever onward to the medina, through the back streets local fruit stalls, one dead cat and more motos. Dodging mopeds is a constant activity even in the narrow alleys. I'm amazed there weren't more bashes. ...
... St Laurent and to get a little aroused by it all.
In one corner of the shrubberies was a lingam like shrine to Yves's memory.
Two brightly clad and camp local youths arrived to briefly pay their respects. It seemed in that moment that we were in a pilgrimage place of gayness.
In one corner of the gardens were displayed Yves artworks on the theme of love, such a delight to see, and I just had to buy some of the prints.