How about this. . . . Pieces were taken from the cabinets, spread out. Tea was called for. An hour later, the pendant finally in my pocket, I was thinking of dinner when I came upon an old man selling fish behind a wooden box. As I passed, he pulled aside the canvas covering.
Food is one of the great reasons to travel, and Morocco rewards the gastronome.
For my final meal I returned to Restaurant El Bahia, as much for its pleasant courtyard as for the food. I had a lamb and prune tajine, a traditional stew cooked in an earthenware pot, served with warm flat bread. I returned to the hotel late and forewarned the night watchman that I needed to leave early in the morning to get a train to the airport. When I went down to leave in the morning, he wasn't there. And the door was chained shut.