Seagulls never sleep

In Taghazout, the crashing of the surf was our night music. Here in Essaouria, the continual cawing of the seagulls drowns out anything else. Except for the music on the square. We are not far from the fish market where the gulls are on an endless quest for discarded fish parts. Leaving windows open last night to let in the cool night sea breeze, I had a thought that a gull might swoop in, knock over the vase of roses and make off with my bottle of wine.

Breakfast is on the rooftop terrace. You know, the usual. The owner (a French woman) makes the rounds, introducing herself. Engaging in pleasant conversation. 

We have no particular destination. There is a synagogue we should visit but other than that, we walk up and down the narrow Medina walkways. We come across an old, closed synagogue.

A little further another synagogue but open. We hesitate at the entrance – a small alleyway but the guard says “yes, you can visit”. Inside is a tiny but well kept synagogue. A woman graciously shows us around. She asks, in French, if I speak French. “Un peu” – a little. Do I speak Hebrew? No. I feel like a bit of a loser.

More wandering. Inside the Medina.

Outside the Medina

Grubb wants to walk the promenade again. We walk a distance then sit on the wall and admire the skill of the kite surfers. A woman is getting a lesson in controlling the kite on the beach before attempting the real thing. An expert is speeding along taking impressive jumps. I didn’t get any great shots.

Lunch I could do without but Grubb has it in his head to have shwarma. I figure I’ll just sit with him. Then I see a baba ghanouj wrap on the menu. I’m sold. It’s a small cafe with one cook and lots of customers. In good time, like 45 minutes or so, our lunch comes. We have a front row seat to the walkway. People watching.

By dinner I am not hungry. But Grubb is. Who woulda thunk? He goes to a take out place to pick up a seafood Pastilia and a chocolate banana crepe (see, I’ll have a few bites of the Pastilia, and go straight for dessert).  We take it up to the rooftop terrace. Watch the sun set. I have a glass of smooth white Moroccan wine from the bottle I scored at Carrefour.