Day 6 - Blogabond

The train ride was a dismal affair -- a very slow train, seeming to stop every time someone stood by the track and waived. Also, a 6 a.m. change in Caza didn't help. I finally arrived at about 11:30 a.m. and promptly checked into what must be the second most expensive hotel in the city (next to the Mamounia) -- credit cards accepted (running short of cash).

After a relaxing bath and short nap, I left a message for Fath before venturing out to the Djeema. Immediately beseiged by an "official" guide, I accepted his services. They weren't really needed; as it was Friday, only the marketplace and souks were open and these I could have handled on my own.

The Djeema was everything I expected, and I must return. The souks lack the charm of Fes, but deserve another look. I did see some nice pieces. However, the guide was good for at least one thing -- a restaurant. As I site here in the Restaurant de la Paix, among fountains and trees, I feel like I am in the mediterranean. The food is wonderful, the setting magnificent, and the prices right (although expensive for Morocco). Curiously, everyone here is speaking French -- a sign, I sppose, of wealth and upper class, but somehow distressing, as though Arabic was not good enough.

I think I will stay in Marrakech tomorrow (Saturday) and on Sunday go to Setti Fatima. Monday I will trek until my feet fall off (because I can't continue to pay for this hotel), returning Friday and then back home.

written by

shoshtrvls on May 24, 1991 from Marrakech, Morocco

from the travel blog: Morocco (1991)

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