Day 4 - Paris to Casablanca

Last day in Paris, boo. We wandered around enjoying the sun and scenery, followed by luch with the Parisiens sitting right on the footpath.

The flight to Morocco was via EasyJet, oh boy how the mighty have fallen. It actually wasn't any worse than say Virgin at home but it certainly wasn't an enjoyable experience.

Casablanca, scene of the famous movie that bears its name, however our experience of it was not quite so romantic. Basically, it seems to be a cramped, dirty and relatively poor city, full of beggars, people selling goods right from the footpath and raffertys rules on the roads. (Actually, Rafferys  Rules on the road seems to work really quite well, no lines, signs or traffic lights, just take your turn and toot your horn to let others know it is.)

We spent a good hour trying to find somewhere decent to eat and quickly found that it seems no one eats here and every establishment that looks like a restaurant is full of men drinking coffee and eating ice cream! There were no women dining anywhere, barring a table full of tourists! Found a suitably tacky place to eat where if you asked for the couscous the waiter confirmed your order of tagine. When you clarified, by pointing at cous cous on the menu, he clarified that you are in fact having tagine!  Same happened with vin blanc, back came the waiters confirmation of vin rouge! And indeed, it was a fine rouge too, straight from the famous region of Meknes. Never heard of it!? Surely you have, Meknes, Morocco, a fine wine region it is too ;-)