We decided, as part of our trip to visit Rabat, the capital city of Morocco and see somewhere off the main trail of tourist spots.
On Wednesday when we got to the hotel, it was fairly late, but we'd not eaten so we went up to the hotel restaurant for dinner and we got a bit of a show from a belly dancer who was working that evening.
Following the exploration of the museum, I stopped in on the Ali Ben-Youssef Medrasa; a centre for Islamic learning, and like all locations for studying theology it seems, it is beautifully crafted.
The museé is in an impressive setting, though the collection itself is quite limited.
I then decided to brave the Souks for the first time on this holiday, with my intent to work my way through them to the Museé du Marrakesh.
I headed back out to some of the side streets to find one of the earliest Ryadds, l'maison d'Arab. It is one of the most famous hotels in Marrakesh, and was one of the first independent Moroccan restaurants.
I then moved on to the Saadian Tombs, which were something of a disappointment. Though at 10 MD to get in, a cheap one.
I then headed into the Badi Palais, a ruin, used for concerts, and housing the MMPT, the Moroccan Museum of Photography's overspill gallery.
From one palais to another, I headed to the Bahia palace; set back in a grove of orange trees, it is the work of master craftsmen.
Exiting the Souk into Djemaa El-Fna Square, I saw the storytellers, pipe players and monkey keeping abusers starting to gather for the evening’s business in the central square between the Koutoubia Mosque and the Souks.
I walked down to the Majorelle Gardens, stopping just outside at the Red Inn for a Moroccan influenced Chicken Panini.
After food, I headed straight down to the 16 Novembre plaza and carried on walking. I intended to visit the CyberPark, but chose the wrong route, and so ended up walking all around the outside of its walls.
I headed down to the Koutoubia Mosque, one of the most famous buildings in Marrakesh.
I camped out by the pool in the shade with my guide books to try and decide what to do for the rest of the holiday whilst I had some food, and a soft drink. The hotel, it turned out, was dry, as is not uncommon in this Muslim country.