Why would suddenly the esthetics of what I write with become a factor but I became hesitant to open this word editor to jot down a few thoughts. The dressings of the blog software became more appealing as if that would make any difference.
Should I start with cats? There are three of them, perhaps four, a dappled brown black am mostly white, meek little thing who so desperately wants a home and someone to snuggle up to…
We think we have confirmed the number of cats we are seeing around the place. There are two adults, who come around in the morning, just to come around and yes perhaps they are hoping for something good to happen.
I am a little clumsy today, or more clumsy then usual, because of a great bottle of rose we had last night at the most spectacular of hotels.
There are a few things I need to note but these are out of sequence or represent continuing threads and development.
I was suddenly struck by the silence coming from the place next store and I believe I have not mentioned the guests who were staying there. They were not english speakers but they possessed two little children who spoke the universal language of service, the tantrum.
There are jackals and stray cats and all manner of needy beast wandering the streets of Marrakech.
Sad to say we had lamb last night. We eat succulent, melting, diabolically spiced pieces of lamb.
You cannot help but feel when you are in a place, that the way you see the place is the way it’s always been, when you are seeing it the first time.
While in Morocco, we have managed (oh the struggle) to visit some slightly out of the way but highly recommended places for lunch or evening cocktails.
As I sit a week removed from Morocco, trying to collect my thoughts about what the trip meant and what my reactions to it mean, I feel the need to make a few more notes before I begin the struggle to make some sense of all that I have written.