On the way to the hotel. Me and the cats.
In the evening we wandered around the town again. We already feel at home here. We know all the little alleys, passageways, climbs, and descents. We can easily find our way without a navigator. We don’t feel like having dinner, but we go to the most popular restaurant in town — “Lala Mesouda” (during the day we saw people standing in line to get in). We’re just very curious what it’s like there.
It’s busy there in the evening too, but they find us two seats at a large table. Across from us sits a group of Italians in their 40s and 50s, all so funny. They keep glancing at us sideways. Wolf in a djellaba leaves no one indifferent. The restaurant is very nice, the soup is delicious (and, most surprisingly, the cheapest of all we’ve eaten). The tea is so-so. It’s a pity we didn’t take any photos there at all.
As soon as we got back to the hotel, the first rain in Morocco began…
Probably it was exactly at that moment that I realized our journey through Morocco had come to an end. I mean, we’re still here, of course. And we’re going somewhere, or rather moving around. But for some reason it feels as if it’s already the end… The weather has completely turned bad, it’s gotten cold, it’s raining. All the most interesting things I wanted to see here are behind us. All that’s left is to close the circle… Go home and, like a boa constrictor, digest the impressions through a long, cold winter.
