el jadida

well the 6 ayem bus was a little painful this morning - and yikes it was cold both in the air and on the bus - but i have made to my second to last destination, the lovely seaside ville of el jadida. more portugese towers and walls to climb, more aged cannons pointed at enemies forgotten from nations long since back at home

beneath the walled ramparts lies the moist, mysterious portugese cistern



a walk outside the city walls produced perhaps my last berber pancake, and a café with 35 cent double espresso. then a later walk along the beach, a bit chilly as the sun hid too often behind mild cloud cover. back into town for a delicious baguette in the town's markets (how i will miss the french baked goods here!) to finish the afternoon.

alas, tomorrow i leave for casablanca, the last stop of the voyage