Did I mention that the Riad (possibly correct link) in Marakech was brilliant? It wasn’t the twin sinks, ability to have breakfast on the roof terrace, the endless supply of olives, the polished concrete walls, the air-conditioner hidden in a niche behind decorative metalwork painted to match the walls, or any of that alone. No, it was the log fire in our bedroom which really did it for me.
Now that we’re in Essaouira, I’m waiting to find out if the third roll of film from the Olympus Trip has a single good picture (unlike the first two).
The weather during the day is nice and hot, but rather cold at night, so our main requirment for food is not having to wear a coat in the resturant. There is an endless supply of tagine here, but you can buy pizza very easily, and there is even a mexican resturant run by a couple from South Yorkshire.
Because I have no pictures in digital form yet, I shall again rely on Flickr to provide the visual stimulus for this post: