Massive, 16th century, honey coloured ramparts enclose this pleasant town...
its gardens full of palms and bougainvillea, a crumbling kasbah, and souk full of dark passage ways ...
oh, but the best thing has to be its biscuits - how on earth do the Moroccans make them so good?
And at last I got to try my first tajine aux pigeon ....what's the emoticon for a culinary orgasm?
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