A year ago Kim and I were leaving France. Our one month vacation was over. So sad.
This photo is a bittersweet reminder of our last evening in Toulouse which we spent with my cousin François. We're standing in front of the city hall, after our final French dinner.
Kim and I had just returned from spending four days in Marrakesh. We did not enjoy it. We went because my cousin loves to vacation there, and because I wanted to visit the continent of Africa once in my life. François recommended we stay in the old part of the city of Marrakesh. To be fair, from what we learned later, we should have traveled outside of the city in order to see more of the area. We did earn a few blisters walking all over the damn place, trying to enjoy ourselves. Marjorelle Garden was definitely worth the walk and the paltry entry fee. The souks were a nightmare, the smell of donkey urine in the morning; and continuing all day long. Although at our hotel Muhammad made a mean pizza when he was in the mood. What really lifted our spirits was the discovery that although alcoholic beverages are prohibited, if you speak a bit of French you can buy wine in a few of the shops.
I guess we just weren't prepared for Marrakesh to be the Tijuana of Africa. Still, looking back, I'm glad we experienced a bit of life in Marrakesh. I'll never forget the plane trip; flying from Toulouse to Morocco, the flight attendants didn't speak a word of English. It's certainly a trip we'll never forget.
Few pics of our trip here.