Last full day in Morocco. All the cities we’ve been fortunate enough to visit (Rabat, Casablanca, Fes and now Marrakech) have their differences but one thing they have in common is lots of traffic circles and lots of different types of transport going lots of different directions lots of the time. It’s lots!
Today the members of the tour still standing – some have been taken down by what I will euphemistically refer to as “tourist sickness” – left the hotel by horse drawn carriage. Our caravan of carriages screamed “we are tourists” and to really make us feel welcome a taxi hit into one of us. No injury to the drivers or occupants but the latter did get to hear the former engage in an arabic screaming match. Nice to have a real time reminder that all peoples are universally connected. By road rage. Warms the heart.
We were dropped off at a lovely garden that houses a home of Yves Saint Laurent and his burial place. I would show you beautiful pics if WordPress would cooperate, but alas, you will have to take my word for it. I spent the bulk of my time walking the grounds, taking pics, noting the beauty around me and batting away psychosomatic stomach cramping thoughts which might not have been so psychosomatic after all. Fortunately, I seem to be experiencing just a touch of euphemistic tourist sickness. We are back at the hotel for a bit and then off to ride camels (I will be trying to get out of this) and experience some desert dining. Maybe even some desert dessert dining since we haven’t had a meal without one!
Uh oh cramp. Over and out.