Just what does this cat find so enthralling?
Could it be lunch . . . ?
Eating in Essaouira was fun. Though we were there in the lowest of low season (early December), when tourists were thin on the ground and many restaurants were closed, the fish stalls were in full swing. They're right by the entrance to the harbor.
A row of plain, open-air restaurants without menus.
Essentially, here is the menu:
Pick what you want, and they will cook it and set it before you along with a simple salad and some good fresh bread. After all the tagines and couscous we'd been having inland, this ultra simple meal fresh from the fishing boat was a nice change.
We ate a lot.
And were serenaded, which was nice.
These stalls aren't just for tourists either. There were lots of Moroccans indulging too.
As for the seagulls, they only wished.
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Thanks for the well wishes for Clementine. She's on the mend, and I was able to get away to the cafe to write this morning, whew. And it was so good, one of those days when I fell into the scene and forgot my real-world surroundings -- in which I was seriously aided by a sweet recent surprise prezzie from Jim: Bose noise-cancelling head phones, holy WOW! They make the world go away! I lurve them -- and I had FUN! I love fun writing. I love writing scenes I want to *be* in, you know, places and situations I wish I could live. And I get to live them this way, and bring other willing folks along with me.
How cool is that?