July 13th 2016, Casablanca, Morocco

Arrived in Casablanca again, after a few days. Oh Rick…my fast life.

I’m quite familiar with the surroundings and I know I want to explore the city alone. Spotted some superb buildings with lots of small pink flowers grown all the way up and leaning on the white walls on Rue d’Alger and my plan is already made for today and tomorrow.

Long walk to this architectural jewel I spotted, visit of the Mosque, two of the best restaurants in Casablanca, then drinks in a certain hotel. Next day, long walk to Patisserie Bennis Habous and back.

Of course, as most of the plans I’ve made in my life…

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The result is that I drink another strong coffee, wear my long wide floral print in blue and red dress and my green turban, the bracelet ring and small purse. I get a Petit Taxi to the Mosque and he actually puts the meter. It costs 10 dirhams and I leave 20. I spend the whole afternoon at the mosque resting in the shade, taking pictures, inhaling the sea air.

I had researched and there is a 30 minute walk to the Corniche, so I keep walking and stop to take pictures and I’m there in about one hour.

I find one of the restaurants on my list, but keep walking through something that does not look like a Corniche normally does. Here it’s a slum, lots of young kids swimming in the sea, dipping their feet in the water, playing football, rushing on their motorbike. The houses are absolutely not resembling a house, they are made of cartons and soil, nothing organized, all improvised, doors and windows almost falling. Must admit, their view is great.

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I’m almost at the Lighthouse when a lady tells me in French to stop taking pictures and return to the main street in the direction I was coming from. It was an advice. Probably a good one. The truth is that I am not in the mood of being snatched second time.

I had written a lot of things about this trip in Casablanca. There were some intense feelings of all sort and really, it was an adventure. I love to evolve as I go again to a city. I become bolder, I learn more, I get more opened up and that’s when …things happen.

If I showed any person from the frequent Casablanca good night life scene my list of places where I wanted to go, they, for sure, would have told me there must be something connected to …

Another page of my life, another city, other people, new experiences, discovering a little bit about Casablanca’s interesting nightlife.

The trip was revelatory and I closed one circle. You know that place that tells you…stop! You’re not going the right way with this right thing. So, it’s not something wrong, it’s just that things have a purpose and one must never lose their eyes from it. So…as I was there, with my half naked shoulder…I was over it! All of a sudden, like it happens to me both ways. On and off. It’s true it happens very rarely.

There were so many things I had written and most of them were quite intense that the fact that I have lost the file means I should just keep this one for me.

I’ll let you see some pictures…

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“Another page of my life, another city ….” Ce-mi place pasajul !!

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You are not going the right way with fhis right thing ?! Ce ai vrut sa zici cu asta ? Sau ai greșit ?!

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Revin dupa ce ma uit

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