Today is a quiet day of sorts, with some work to be done, further travel plans to organize, and a high today of 111. I didn’t leave the hotel all morning, focused on getting things done. I sat on the rooftop terrace for breakfast and work, until the heat drove me inside.
I’m off to get food and a rollie bag, such are my grand goals for the day. There’s a haze in the air, but very hot. Today is the king’s birthday, but we tourists carry on and so do the vendors. The square was busy last evening with juice stands (I got mango), cigarette vendors, performances, carriage rides, henna artists and many sellers of ordinary things. Morocco has felt remarkably safe as compared to almost any place, but here in the busy souks and square I make it a point to keep things close. I’m not sure what exactly makes me feel that need here when I didn’t elsewhere, but I’m going with it.
I didn’t look very hard for a lunch place in the hot square, but stepped into the first one that had inside seating with A/C. I was greeted in French, responded without thinking in Spanish, and then proceeded to order food in English.
One dirham is worth approximately 10 cents, which makes it easy to convert quoted prices on the fly. I’m not great at dickering, but I know I must here – or just overpay.
To see what I could see 