Today was filled with interesting encounters with people on the
street. Walking around, even in small groups, we are terribly conspicuous.
Lots of people in the shops we walked past would come out and greet
us in Arabic, then they would try English, then French if we still
didn't respond. One of my favorites was "hey, sweet cheeks!"
We walked about half a mile through a marketplace and into a square
just in time to
hear the chant of the Imam from the mosque calling Muslims to pray.
There was a light streaming from the top of the tile tower through
the hazy dusk. We walked back to the hotel through the Berber (tribal
groups) market and along the beach, which was unfortunately quite
Dinner this evening was a classy affair in the hotel restaurant
with amazing and somewhat spicy food. Dessert was an array of surprisingly
French pastries. Still recovering from jet lag, we played a few
vigorous rounds of cards and went to sleep easily.