Thankfully the next day dawned clear and bright, with nary a cloud in the sky. We set off immediately after breakfast and to get lost in the wonders of the souks, buying beautiful embroidered slippers, lanterns, silver-teapots and many many other completely unnecessary but wonderful things. Our aimless wandering through the medina continued till we left the souks and became so utterly lost that we began to get strange looks from passers by as we walked through the empty streets.
It got to the point where we hadn't seen a single other tourist for over an hour, so, after unsuccessfully trying to navigate our way out of the medina using the sun as a compass (all that training in brownies was obviously lost on me), we admitted defeat and gave a young Moroccan boy who'd been trailing us a few coins to lead us back to the main square (which he did with ease).
Undaunted, we had yet another orange juice from one of the many vendors in the square (our professed aim being to try the juice from every one of the twenty-something carts), then headed off in the opposite direction to find a mythical park that some travellers we'd met the night before had given us directions to.
So we walked...
and walked...
and walked...
Till we finally found this:
An orange grove, a lake, and beyond, a view of snow capped mountains.
(Which while undoubtedly amazing, was diminished in some ways by the fact that we knew we had 5km or so to walk back to the medina.)
In summary - a completely beautiful day, though we definitely felt we'd earned our couscous when we finally made it back into town!
Bisous,
Alice x
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