Today contained contrasts. The land from Essaouira to Marrakech airport is barren, apart from argan trees and olive groves, although obviously there's enough nourishment, somewhere, for goats a sheep: a couple of flocks being guarded by shepherds who looked positively biblical, in the way that excited Victorian travelers all over the Middle East. Through a couple of medium sized towns, that looked much like I remembered Greece fifty plus years ago, minus the shops selling cakes covered in artificial cream. And then, after three and a half hours of an EasyJet flight - irreverent in a way that made SouthWest look sober and staid - back on the train from Gatwick to London,
and a view from our hotel room here. No pic of us eating dinner at The Delaunay this evening, but it was a great final night's feast.
No comments:
Post a Comment