Rabat

What a lovely repast from Marrakesh. Palm boulevards with broad
walkways. Found a hotel a few blocks from railway station. Hotel
Central is more than a bit dog-earred. A fitting way to leave Maroc.

Spent afternoon walking the town and part of the medine. Rabat is like
everywhere else we have traveled in Maroc. The photos taken are not
the ones we will remember; the images, they were never taken nor could
they.

When we returned to our hotel a demonstration was in the early stages.
People wearing different colors marched down the street chanting. All
the people stopped in front of the government building. Guards moved
quickly against the demonstrators whacking a few individuals. The
crowd reacted with jeers and maintained their presents for another
hour before marching away in unison singing. I understand this is
fairly common occurance in Rabat.

As I prepare to move on, Rabat prepares for the night. A night for
walking, eating and meeting friends at a sidewalk cafe or in the park.