Rabat. The capital of Morocco. Described to me – by Moroccans and other travelers – as “modern”, “clean”, “unauthentic”, “boring.” Hm.
It looked nice in my postcards:
So I went.
Postcards in hand, I started with the medina.
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I turned another corner and found myself on the main tourist souvenir-shopping drag. Close enough match for me:
A quick snack on the way out of the medina and towards the waterfront (where a crew was just about finished packing up the fun rides. Dang). :
I held up my next postcard – captioned “Bateaux de Plaisance sur le Bou Regreg” (pleasure boats on the Bouregreg River) – and, looking out across the water, couldn’t decide which of the modern-day activities seemed more pleasurable on such a drizzly morning: kayaking or fishing. Maybe neither.
But drinking a coffee sounded great.
And finally I headed away from the medina, kasbah, and waterfront and over to the “new town” where, even with the help of a friendly white-gloved police officer, I couldn’t find a trace of the old dirt-road intersection of the “Rue de la Marne”.
Most postcard then/now hunts HERE.
The postcards (and waaaay too many others) are available in my etsy shop. Please buy them so I can buy more :)
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