The drive to Rabat was longer than expected, mostly due to road construction/detours. We stopped for breakfast at La Perla, a restaurant just outside Souira Kedima with a great view of the water. They made the best bread I have ever had. I asked Mustapha to tell the owner that it was the best bread I have ever tasted and he said you tell him. In Berber. I said please tell him, he said you tell him yourself, the owner speaks English, haha.
Then on to Safi where we bought some pottery.
The first place we visited in Rabat was the Hasan Mosque and the Mausoleum of Mohammed V. It overlooks the River Bouregreg and the city of Rabat and Salaam (?) I’m not sure as my internet is not working at the moment and I can’t verify. Basically Rabat is two cities divided by a river, like BudaPest. The grounds, never completed, were very beautiful, and the sun light…the Moroccan sunlight… made it a holy place.
Checked into the Riad Dar Lazlohra, a veritable haven of peace in the heart of the Medina. My dollhouse room is so adorable, I feel like a princess. Bed upstairs and sitting area/bathroom downstairs, very compact, very well designed with touches of Only in Morocco. The staircase, made of wood, has built-in closet/armoire/drawer for maximum storage. I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep tonight, I’m so excited.
Dinner at Dar-rbatia was a typical Moroccan meal of several courses: mixed salads, pumpkin, baba ganoush, eggplant, carrots, a tagine of chicken each plate more delicious than the next. The place itself was a step back in time with tables and chairs so low that Jeff’s knees were higher than the top of the table.
Another fabulous day. It’s late and I need to go to bed. In my adorable bedroom.