Sunday 8 March 2015

North to Rabat




We're just back from a trip to Rabat. To get there take the motorway and keep going after Marrakesh. I've always found that central plain all very boring, flat and endless. Apparently nobody much lived there until the last century; It needs irrigation to farm and so people chose  to live in defensible site in the hills. It seemed like spring though. They'd had a lot of rain the week before and the verges and pasture had lots of flowers. There was a particularly striking orange one growing in the grazing ares. As these are dotted between crops and so from a distance you'd see a field of bright orange the way you see a bright yellow field of rape in Britain.


 The grazing was for cows as well as sheep which answers my question as to where the milk comes from. you never see cows near Taroudant.  
When you get to Rabat the city has some nice Art Deco building from the Protectorate.



Rabat Ville Station


The Telephone Company




Parliament Building
There was a small demo outside the Parliament, only a dozen or so people standing in a circle. The noise they made chanting/singing was impressive. It would not have been allowed in London.








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