thought you were rid of my stories are true? But no! After the Middle East to Morocco here I am, I will tell of a journey than a week we did this spring. Happy reading!
are four on this trip, but unusual experience for us ... with Anto and Giuly are now a quasi-group-tested!! Soil New York has already 'seen together once again and' touched I direct the play, that 'make your selections and reservations with the other three that They took everything at face value. We hope the trip goes well, 'cause the beginning and' uncertain. We start with two hours late 'cause you on the plane and' off the co-pilot's seat .......!!!! Our flight from Bergamo
lands in Marrakech very late, we leave the gate a po'rassegnati we touch 'the taxi, minibus goodbye mandate from our riad. But of course they will inform the timing of flights, do not always make the Italians malfidenti. Our sign "Riad L'Orchidee 'and' them 'that awaits us. Obviously there behind the sign 'the driver ....
The journey to Medina takes maybe fifteen minutes, the shuttle can not 'lead us to the door of the riad because it is within the city old, hidden in an alley in the midst of many other streets, all pedestrian (in the sense that they are too narrow for our car, because all the smaller vehicles, from motorbikes to the bee, if you slam the concept of pedestrian ... provided that there is in Morocco!).
Our driver stops at a small parking lot adjacent to the right lane. It 'time for dinner and around us there is' a real flood of people, which threatens to overwhelm us and the suitcases. The driver takes us safely through a maze of narrow streets to the door of the riad. Try to memorize at least the road to the parking lot. Right, left, left again .. easy right? Wait, maybe it was right left right .... Our riad
makes us a little 'effect cave of Ali 'Baba', which in my imagination would be just so '. Out of an anonymous gray brick wall, then open the door and find yourself in Wonderland.
In our case, the door opens onto an elegant entrance, complete with a small pool decorated with lights suffuse.
Our two rooms are waiting for us, Capucine on the ground floor ...
(the photos are taken from the site of the riad)
and Jasmine on the first floor.
bring their suitcases up two flights of stairs or open the door next to the pool??
As good a chance to pull heads or tails of the rooms and we must just throw the bags over the pool rather than 'pull the trolley on the steps ... But' our victory has a downside, we'll find out just hours after ...
After a quick shower we are ready to go out to dinner before setting foot in the street we do provide guidance from the nice lady who runs the Moroccan riad on how to reach Jesmi El Fna square. Easy to say: we get to the parking lot (or not?). From there ', first right, then left .... and then ...
We have everything in my head, but be mistaken 'first right after the parking lot. Get
does not seem a good idea, also because 'we are now lured by too many people who want us to see the square ... and even bring in all different directions.
the end it seems that the most ' smart to do is follow the river of people and motorbikes that we circorda and also tries to invest in it. The first impact of Marrakech and 'dizzying but fun! The crowd goes
least in the same direction, it will be 'the right one? By the grace of God, yes'. The first impact of
Jesmi El Fna square, especially because the sight of night, and 'substantial. We come from the North and the first thing that strikes us are the lights and the huge smoke that rises from the stalls that cook food. We see both, before you even see what it produces. There are many, side by side in the center of the square, with benches placed all around. They are competing for customers, everyone is trying to convince you to eat them approach that inspires the first language (in our case, also English !!!!!).
At the end of exhaustion (and hunger) we choose the fourth or fifth that circuit. Eat kebabs and sauces, the urge to run and 'too much but we're really tired, just keep your eyes open,' a company.
decide for lullabies ... if we find the road to the riad.
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