I am on holiday, Day 8

A dark day yesterday. The Waterpoos began in the night; a day out of joy for my future sister-in-law was cut short by the sweats and an inability to eat a delicious breakfast, and finished in a bed wrapped in jerseys and blankets, despite it being 98 degrees outside.   The evening was spent with a club sandwich and sorbets of various fruits and the first two episodes of the BBC's Sherlock Holmes.

I am recovered now, thanks to sleep and the ministrations of the two Doctors (one my husband, a pathologist, and the other the sister of my sister-in-law and now sister of mine, a person doctor).

The club sandwich was breakfast; here it is:

The pre-sweat attempt at breakfast at the Jardin Majorelle offered many delights, including:

We were not sure what would happen if you cupped the pistachios near the banana slit, but we thought it best not to think about it too much.

I also met my cousin, Nonworkmonkah. Here is a hurried snapshot of him protecting the handle of the mint tea teapot.

Later, to the Medina on a bus. There will be photographs. You mark my words.

Pip Parp Pip!

NWM