Small, grit-covered cafés line the sidewalks of the two-lane boulevard near the depot, and we decide to stop for a taste of the renowned Moroccan mint tea. Within a short while, we were provided with a silver metal pot of steaming hot water stuffed to the brim with fresh mint leaves, and two tumbler-like cups. D'accord...a few cubes of sugar for each cup, then, but not the norm of five or six. Merci!
For twenty minutes or so, it was an interesting vantage point to observe the shoppers. Then the fumes of exhaust and dust particles in the air drove us on toward the muddy grounds to find a chauffeur.
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