This morning we woke up to lovely sunny weather, and had breakfast on the terrace overlooking the mountains. So nice! Brahim didn't pick us up until 11:00, so we wandered the gardens and basked in the sun with the wonderful view. The place has such character, like the lights constantly flickering because they share the only power line of the mountain with the village.
We went back into Marrakesh to Majorelle Gardens for an hour. We had expected a flower garden, but there were mostly palms, cactus, jades, and a nice lily garden.
We had lunch at the Oasis Cafe with Brahim. Beef tajine # 101. Everywhere we go, if you want to use the "facilities", there is always a girl whose job it is to stay there all day, clean, and collect a dirham per use. What a yucky job.
We had a four hour drive to Casablanca and arrived at Hotel Barcelo. This is a regular city hotel, trying to be ritzy. It reminds us of the Lisbon hotel. Brahim dropped us off and we repacked, then decided to walk down to the ocean.
Frankie felt very conspicuous in her knee length skirt, but she got more stares from the women than from the men. Resentful? Jealous? Crossing the busy roads was a bit of an adventure. We couldn't for the life of us see the traffic lights, although there seemed to be some. They were more like posts on the street corner that you could only see from a certain angle. It was better just to watch traffic and run.
Brahim took us to Rick's Cafe for dinner. The one that is famous from the movie Casablanca. It had beautiful decor and great jazz music, but service was slow (it took half an hour for them to take our order), there was no non-smoking section ("All the restaurant is the same"), and the food came too quickly (10 minutes) and was mediocre. But now we can say we've been there, along with Humphrey Bogart.
This is likely the last blog of the trip because tomorrow we journey home. Brahim is picking us up at 5 am. Casablanca to Paris, Paris to Montreal, Montreal to Toronto. It's going to be a LONG day!
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