First night here. Wandering through narrow walled streets with a few street lamps sharing their low light. Too many cats as our company as we follow our taxi driver through the labrynth to who knows where. Our riad is amazing and we have the place to ourselves.
Woke up to a delicious breakfast with the funkiest (yet delicious) “pancakes” I’ve eaten yet. Spicy coffee with a hint of cinnamon with warmed milk and some homemade yogurt. Our guide for the day arrived promptly and we discussed some options. He tells me no photos of people. Everything else is ok.
We walked through the village of Zouia. He showed us the local Hammam and Bakery. Walked through the narrow “road way” ie alley ways dodging motercycles, cyclists and yes, donkeys pulling carts. Our guide took us to the museums and the university. I’m so glad we opted to have him. He explained much of the detail to things that we would have otherwise missed out on just wandering about ourselves. From how the tiles are cut and layed all the way to how and why with the colors and patterns of the tiles. We parted ways with the guide after a bit and wandered back to the main square. The process for finding a place to eat for dinner turned out to be the most mentally taxing experience yet. The men here are so aggressive in their sales tactic that they will stand in front of you, grab your wrist and follow you telling you you need to eat at THEIR place. Seeing as there are about 30 different places next to each other in maybe a 100 sq foot radius it is intense to say the least. After sensory overload I differed to Liz to make the decision. Our meal was good. Not overly spectacular but also very cheap.
It was getting late at that point and we managed to find our way back to our riad through the labrynth at night and no street names.
Tomorrow is another day.
