Wow! I like Rabat! If my company told me they had to move me to Rabat for a year, I'd be a happy camper. It is cosmopolitan, clean, modern, dense, walkable, cool, and filled with expats.
We walked a much closer walk to the Marjane store--sort of the Target of Morocco. We got a little mosquito killing plug-in thing, bottle of wine, a bunch of junk food, and some healthy food.
We saw the American embassy not far from there. A little walking yielded a church undoubtedly built by the French in this very French little town. The church is interesting. It has 2 steeples--sort of like the towers of the Notre Dame in Paris, but they look much more like minarets. The other decoration of the church is also rather Islamic--lots of circles, hexagons, and other patterns found in mosques and Arab architectures. It isn't until you get inside that the Christian violation of the Second Commandment starts to take shape and you see graven images of that which is in heaven above and the earth below. The stained glass images visible from the outside are geometry, the images seen from inside are Jesus and Pals.
We ended up at the cafe of the Bulima hotel where after a long wait, we finally got our cafe au lait and cafe noir (17 dh). Elena got some nice pastries from a neighboring patisserie--a croissant and 2 different styles of apple galettes.
While we were waiting, ambulant salesmen came around trying to sell sunglasses, watches, perfumes, and other random knick-knacks. I'll never understand the ambulant salesman model. It must work, but it just doesn't seem efficient.
When we came back, Elena got us switched to a nicer room. We are very satisfied with the Splendide Hotel. It's nice, clean, quiet, and cool. Last night I slept well and Elena slept so-so. We are in our room now. I'm typing and Elena is reading La Sorcière de Portobello.
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