These are details from our excursion into the Habous (old town) of Casablanca - parts of the town has been gentified but the back lanes appear to be the gritty original in the raking evening light. I noticed a familiar name on a street sign - a memory from my high school history books; Ibn Battuta, Moroccan explorer and scholar in the 1300's. ( I remembered him as Persian, Abdul was quick to correct me) You can see the French influence in the naming of the street.
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| I saw many modern day Bogies and Bacalls |
The weather was turning cooler so we headed back to our bus. People on
the street are keen to find out where we are from, some hazarded a guess
"Ja-pan?, Sin-ga-poor?" many were delighted to find out that we are
from Malaysia especially when we returned their "Assalamualaikum" with a
fluent "Wa alaikum assalaam".
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| at the Habous |
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| Morocco has a special relationship with the colour blue; her skies, Majorelle, cobalt, blue men |
It is the end of the work day and people are meeting friends for a drink or a meal, waiting for a lift home or having a chat at the Place des Nations Unite. I spied on them from the bus.
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| at the terrace of the American Embassy (as Abdul calls the Mcdonald's Fast Food restaurant) |
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| I think she likes him, don't you? |
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