Marrakesh

After an emotional train ride from Rabat, standing in the isle for five hours or so, we made it to Marrakesh.

Rabat was a nice break. The parisien atmosphere of long boulivards, cafés and the general uninterest in foreign travelers was a pleasant escape after Fès. We also saved quite a bit on the accomodation seeing as the prices have not risen over the years, not to many visitors venture, as well as the fact that there are a number of old hotels left over from the years of the French administeration. We also treated ourselves to a movie, Quantum of Solace, in French of course.

We did start our trip off with dinner last night at the famous Djemaa el-Fna. Other than paying a visit to the Jardin Majorelle, designed by French painter Jaques Majourelle and now owned by the Pierre Bergé-Yves Saint-Laurent (I believe still since his death this year) and the Museum of Islamic Art housed inside the electric-blue villa on the grounds, formerly Majourelle's house, our first day in this tourist-infested city was spent planning travels. All I can say now is Libya is most likely out of the tour, more to come of course.