The market place in Rabat

When we first arrived in Casablanca ten days before these pictures were taken, we were treated like we were a strange phenomenon. We were Chinese visitors and while Marrakech may be the few Morrocan cities that are familar with Oriental looking visitors, it felt like te rest of the country weren't. Casablanca is a necessary evil because most of the International flights fly in and out of Casablanca. Not to worry because one hour by train to the North is this pretty and atmospheric place called Rabat. Nobody cares, you're left alone to wander around and take pictures. No one hustles you asking if you want to see this, buy this or that. They just go about their way. The sea breeze from the Atlantic ocean blows in and it is such an idyllic place. We would wander down to the plage later and see the locals at play.It is fun to read other blogs that depict the classy streets of Paris, London or Rome but these back streets of Rabat is even more beautiful. The old wooden crates of fruit, the old faded fabric that gives shade, locals shopping for a few victual, people hanging out.....I'm thinking of retiring.... to...