Our arrival two evenings ago was a slight culture shock. I think the the taxi driver charged too much for our ride from the airport. Then he abandoned us in the souk with a vague gesture signifying 'over there'. We despaired of finding our riad in a maze of unmarked streets in the Kasba, at night.
When we finally found it and convinced them we did have a reservation, they gave us the Aladdin room, overlooking this inner courtyard. The sheets were clean, the room warm, and in the light of day the next morning we saw how nice it was. Breakfast by the pool under an orange tree with fat little sparrows in attendance. After a quick visit to the souk yesterday morning, we caught a comfortable train to Kenitra. It took six hours and passed through desert and then green plains; through Casablanca and Rabat. A cheerful New Yorker named Grace picked us up at the station and drove us on a fast good motorway to Moulay Brousselham. She is staying at the same guest house as us and was on her way back from Rabat, where she used to live.
We were given a warm welcome by Gentiane and her international guests, a French couple and an Italian woman.Lovely artistic house;stained glass and cushions everywhere. We enjoyed aperatif of orange wine and homemade chicken liver pate; then chicken stewed with fennel and prunes.
Today Grace and Richard and I took a boat out and spent the afternoon on the lagoon with our guide Khalil.I have now achieved two of my goals:
Had lots of mint tea
Seen a flamingo
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