Today is the day completely dedicated to tourism. Dominique has planned a full day trip through the Atlas, the mountain range hugging Marrakech. Our first stop is to pick up Sebastien, and we drink coffee and hang out with his five cats as we wait for Thierry to be finished with his work at the riad. We then go to pick up Thierry and head off down the road and towards the mountains.
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| This one likes to brag about how photogenic he is |
The landscape was at times similar to that in a Western film and at others closer to what Mars must be like. Even though the elevation spike granted to us by the precariously windy roads is impressive, the heat is unrelenting. The coldest it gets is 33 degrees C. We pass small villages scattered along the hillside. Their buildings offer slivers of shade to livestock taking refuge from the sun. These are my two most favorite shots.
For lunch we stop at a hotel/restaurant. The ambiance is set by a few teenage Americans playing Marco-Polo loudly and badly in the pool right next to the tables. The food is expensive and mediocre, and Thierry complains a lot. We spend some time talking about what is known in France as "Spring Break" (insert French accent). Sebastien explains that this is a famous American ritual in which college students get wasted in Mexico.
We make it back to Marrakech in the late afternoon. On the way to Thierry's riad, I catch sunlight spilling into the alleyway in a beautiful way.
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