The drive from Marrakech to the coast was fascinating -- miles of a wasteland of rock and sand with occasional bright patches of green planation groves of olive and argon trees. We passed dozens of people walking along the road, which seemed to stretch from nowhere to nowhere. Where did they come from? Where could they possibly be going?
The coastal town of Essouaira is amazing, though it has a few too many vowels. It's quiet, breezy, very peaceful after the madness of Marrakech. But I'm tired, and it's late. So I will let photos tell most of the story.
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Now I understand why Eeyore
is who he is |
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| In Jemaa el-Fna Square |
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Charming cobras
in the square |
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Catch of the day -- including moray eels.
Also some endangered stuff. |
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| Stork on minaret |
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| Lawrence & Lawrence Jr. |
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A friend who joined us in our swimming pool. For its sake, I hope unchlorinated. For my sake...
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An African softshelled turtle, I'm guessing, and a close cousin of my own swimmer, George.
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