Shame On Her

This is a picture from lunch today. The woman in the middle ground
took out a plastic bag, placed it in her lap and snuck the leftover
fruit from her deasert in it. We thought it was very tacky and so I am
putting this picture up - plus you can see the pretty restaurant and
our delicious salads.

Our Riad is very near the main mosque in Fes. It is called the
Kairaouine Mosque and was built in the 9th century. It is huge (almost
11,000 sq feet) but we are not allowed in. We did walk by on our way
to lunch and the doors were open. I caught a few glimpses of endless
archways and beautiful tilework. Fes feels like a very ancient city.
We are in a section of re Medina where cars can't enter. It's just
lots and lots of tiny winding streets. So different from anything I
have seen before.

Our train ride yesterday was hot and long. The air conditioning
basically quit halfway through. Because we were on the train from
start to finish we had a rotating selection of companions. There was a
very nice couple from Palo Alto who we chatted with until Casablanca.
Quite a few people sat in the empty seats but were eventually ousted
by the conductor and sent back to second class. A bus driver told me
about Fes and his relative in Tacoma before he got booted. By the time
we reached Fes I was hot and sticky and just wanted a cold shower.
Elena and I were both snippy and a bit grouchy by the time we reached
the hotel.