Diary in Morocco
I’ve been waiting for a long time for Michael to talk more about the food he was exposed to and/or enjoyed. I know that in Morocco I got awfully tired of swordfish while in Tangier and thought the mint tea tasted like spearmint gum, but I’ve never had such great cafe au lait in my life as in the Cafe de Paris (in the gran socco square near the casbah). All kinds of interesting salads I’ve never seen anywhere since, and great chicken with coriander and almonds and dates at restaurants up on the 2nd floor of some building in an alley — you’d be waved down by some 8 year old kid.But the food would turn out to be good (as well as inexpensive); you’d eat while sitting on cushions while some musicians endlessly jammed in between breaks to retune their heads by smoking more kif.And for a couple days while sulking for some reason I ate nothing but 2 or 3 huge cardamom cookies while drinking bottled water brand name Sidi Ali while a lizard clung motionless to a high corner of the wall in my room and I played a Roxy Music cassette.Everyone I met was named Mohammed and it took a little while for me to pay attention to the 2nd name in the introduction. Ice cream parlors seemed very popular at night with the youth of Tangier. Also soap operas on TV from