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A trip to Morocco
Part 5: Today
the gates are open
Another
day. The taxi takes us to the Menara gardens. They are just
outside Marrakesh. There is a house, which I will refrain
from describing. It has a first floor terrace. The terrace
overlooks a rectangular lake.
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We
walk round the lake. We walk past earthmoving equipment. A
road is being built. It goes straight as an arrow from the
Menara to the Koutoubiya. We follow it in a taxi. Today the
gates are open. We walk in the Koutoubiya gardens.
In
the afternoon, we visit the washrooms of the Ben Youssof mosque.
They are in a small separate building. Infidels cannot visit
the mosque. In the garden, we see a cat with a litter of four
kittens feeding. Further off, under a bush is another kitten.
It does not move. It is dead.
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We walk back through the Souq. We meet a man with a tiny herbal
medicine shop. He seems frank and honest. He has an iguana.
On top of the iguana is a chameleon. My daughter plays with
the iguana.
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We
chat with the man. My daughter plays with the chameleon. His
French is good. My daughter wants to have her hands painted
with henna. The man says he has done many things. My daughter
wants her hands painted. He doesn't want to work abroad. The
important thing is the family. My daughter wants her hands
painted. A girl explains that black henna is much more expensive
than red henna. Oh please Dad. He has two gazelles himself.
Sometimes he organizes trips around Marrakesh. He could take
my address or give me his. Oh Dad.
The
man concurs that black henna is more expensive. But it will
last for two months. The girl says it will cost fifty dirhams.
Red henna costs five or ten dirhams. Look it is your pocket
money. If you want to spend fifty dirhams on henna, you won't
be able to spend it on something else. The hands are painted.
The lines are very thick. We leave with the man's address.
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Next
day, we pack. Our plane is in the afternoon. We go for lunch
at Dar Mimoun. We take a last look at Jamaa el-Fna. The minibus
driver is not Abdul. We go past the Menara gardens.
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At
the airport we wait. My wife and daughter sit and talk with
a Moroccan woman. She lives in Paris. She has a riad in Essaouira,
on the coast. She says black henna and red henna are the same
price. She says henna will only last for months if mixed with
chemicals. Chemicals that damage the skin.
We
return the forms they gave us on arrival. We catch our plane.
It's been a week, but it seems much longer. A week later,
all the henna has washed off. I tear up the paper with the
man's address.
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