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... all over the city, in parks, on the streets and pavements, there are fish heads lying about and rotting away. Not so rarely, whole fishes not eaten on time can be seen lying in the middle of a pavement, smelling in such a way that no self-respecting cat would even come close to it, let alone humiliate herself by eating it. Countless times we have witnessed a similar scene: street vendor selling fish would push his cart down the street, followed by 3 or 4 cats. ...
... 1957). Their political system is a constitutional monarchy (just like the UK) except that the monarch (king) has more say than the PM. They have a population of 33 million with the majority of people of Berber or Arabic descent. It actually is cool to hear these Indian looking people speaking French! Pascale had a field day haggling with them.
Needless to say, the day ended too quickly and it was back on the ferry and bus to head back to Malaga.
Despite the relatively comfortable accommodations on the train we didn't get all that much sleep last night. Steve got stuck into the book he was reading and ended up putting it down just before 3am...after he finished it. I got a few extra hours of sleep however I did wake up a couple of times drenched in sweat. (When the train stops at a station the air con gets turned off or some reason.)
Getting off the train ...
... before we began walking the streets of the old city through the markets. We didn’t walk for long, since it was time for lunch. We went inside this… slightly sketchy-looking building that was actually gorgeous inside. The walls were covered in mosaics and it was quite beautiful. We sat down to a long table and some musicians—two with percussion instruments, one with a laud, and one with a violin. They played about four or five different pieces, and, ...
... br> Oddly enough, my only comfort in all this has been a continued effort to accept what I already know; everything is always ending, nobody knows how it will, and no one knows what they’re doing anyway.
More soon about what I’m actually doing to fill my time. I promise it is not just navel-gazing. But I can’t promise it’s any less age-appropriate.
All my love,