We woke up in Casablanca, and had sweet mint tea and Moroccan crepes. We got confused with narrow alleys, twisty lanes. There were a lot of low door ways.Those are the home of rich people!
The door ways are low so that the people coming in have to bow down. I met some nice10 year old
girls and boys who were on their lunch break from school. We saw lots of cute stray kitties, cats dogs and puppies. We even found a bakery with our noses, but it is not the kind of bakery where you can buy bread. It’s a bakery where local moms and grandmothers make their own dough, shape it the way each family likes it, and brings here to have it baked.
