Monday, January 7, 2008
Through the garden..............
Through the old terrace door..............
to the terrace where a bowl of mandarins sits beside some toys belonging to children who are not there that day.
And the view up beyond the garden and the olive trees to the mountains which were ruffled with snow after the recent rainfall.
It was very quiet, unlike in the medina - no mopeds , no sellers of anything, goats with young kids in the distance.
We ate lunch in the traditional way straight from the big dish without utensils. This looks a bit like a tagine but was even better. Instead of couscous under the chicken and vegetables there were little pieces of torn-up pancake which absorbed the juices. Apparently a traditional Berber treat.