My impression of Fes is that it’s a more authentic version of Marrakech. Frankie and I in front of the Blue Gate; the old town entrance nearest our riad There’s the same hustle and bustle, but it’s much easier to get lost. The souks seem to exist more for Moroccans than for tourists, which leads […]
Read more "Fes"Arriving in Meknès, our cab driver overcharged us and then dropped us on the wrong side of town, but not before giving us his phone number so we could call him tomorrow for a city tour at the miniscule price of just 500 dirhams. When we finally arrived at our riad about 45 minutes and several […]
Read more "Meknès"Casablanca is meant to be very romantic. Especially train stations in Casablanca. Or at least that’s what the movie led me to believe. My own ending to Casablanca was significantly less romantic than the clip below. We were standing on platform one. I felt weak and apparently looked pale. Our train was due in a […]
Read more "Life Lesson #34 – Train Stations in Casablanca Aren’t Always Romantic"When we arrived in Casablanca we haggled with a taxi driver to take us straight to the Hassan II Mosque, which is the second largest religious building in the world (behind the mosque at Mecca). The photos don’t do it justice at all. From there, Paul checked out the art gallery while Frankie and I […]
Read more "Casablanca"Day two in Marrakech begins with breakfast on the roof of our riad. Afterwards, we make our way through the rush of the souk to the museum of Marrakech. There wasn’t a lot inside, but the architecture was reason enough to visit: the building used to be a royal palace. After lunch, we visited the […]
Read more "Day Two in Marrakech"Our eight day trip around Morocco starts off in Marrakech. We’re staying at Riad Hala, a tiny family run place just a few tight alleyways away from the main town square. Frankie and Paul in front of the door to our riad Morocco is culturally the farthest I’ve ever been from home. I’ve learned that […]
Read more "Marrakech"Red Chair had a problem. Red Chair couldn’t stay up. We rang his parents at IKEA and they told us to bring him home so they could take a look at him.These photos capture our last poignant moments with Red Chair, as we took a fateful journey by bus, train, tram, and walk to the […]
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