We are sitting on top of yet another astonishing riad in Marrakech that looks from the outside like it might be a ladies' prison but, once inside, is a hotel of fancyluxe of the kind that makes me confused. Still, the view from the terrace on the top is worth the climb and the sausage rolls are nice, and we are drinking the rosywine and wondering if it is sensible to move from Canada to Africa.
Something passes across the face of the man we are talking to. He is a publicist. "I should tell you that I represented Andrew Lloyd-Weber for three-and-a-half years", he says, looking at his shoes.
We are not quite sure what to do with this information, so we change the subject instead to the incident in which the words "... so he stuck a pound coin up his anus which meant he could get the bus home" wafted across the pool at a volume higher than was (we are sure) intended, and drink some more wine.
Later that evening we eat the food of Morocco. I order badly, because however delicious the pastilla in question, I have never been very good at the sugar/meat combo. The couscous of my 'husband' is however magnificent, and I am quite the fan of the oranges, despite the glace cherries. A fight breaks out about these. "You don't see those much in England anymore", says an Englishman. "What are you talking about? Have you been to Tesco recently?", says his other 'arf, a Frenchman who knows more about British cookery than Jane Grigson.
Still. On Saturday (which is today) is it my brother's wedding, so here are some pictures. Until then, I remain
NWM
3 comments:
We travelled through The Atlas Mountains a couple of years ago and finished with three days in a Riad in Marrakesh and I ordered the Pastilla and although I ate it I loathed the dusting of icing sugar on top of the filo type pastry topping combined with the savoury pigeon. It didn't work for me either.
Your photos are great.
Your photos are indeed very beautiful, but those furry monkeyslippers are very disturbing....
No, no, the furry slippers are not disturbing - they are excellent! Only I think they're yak hair. Or perhaps yeti. Any rate, I think all members of a certain subsection of my christmas gift list desperately need them.
Also, sugar plus meat is not good at all. And I'm American where pouring 'maple' syrup over bacon/sausage is practically a religious rite (I do not do this. If your bacon/sausage cannot stand up to being eaten nekkid it is not worthy of being eaten at all. If it is worthy of being eaten, pouring 'maple' syrup over it is a wicked, wicked thing and you should be deeply ashamed).
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