I'm not quite sure why Elizabeth Gilbert didn't call it Eat, Eat, Love. If her meals in India were anything like what I've been eating here where I'm staying then they too counted as a religious experience and could have easily taken up another third of Julia Roberts' time.
That to say, dinner was amazing.
This is the third and I expect final post for the day.
The Marjorelle Gardens are about a 20 minute walk from outside the Medina, assuming you've exited through the correct gate and turned right, and about 40 miutes from Waka Waka, assuming you've not gotten too lost heading towards that gate. Hannah and I did not get lost, so having walked for 40 minutes we were able to pay our 50 dirham each, and enter what truly is an oasis at the middle of Marrakech.
You might be asking who Hannah is, unless of course you are actually Hannah, in case you may still be asking that question, but with much longer words and a much deeper meaning.
Hannah is German. Her favourite english words are "wobbly" and "jellyfish", and she is the first person to ever give me a word. Hannah is a palindrome. And I suppose that most relevant to this story, Hannah is a person I met at Waka Waka when I went by to visit Hussein the day after I got back from seeing the waterfalls, who I struck up a conversation with over tea, and who was kind enough to have me along on her trip to the Marjorelle Gardens, a place I had been meaning to visit, but had not gotten to yet.
We had some really good chats that day, and the other couple of times we got to hang out. At one point, and I don't remember why, she asked me to describe someone, like a famous someone, who I really liked, and to explain why. My answer was Jim Henson. I think the bulk of you know why and that's a good thing as 'm not going to explain that here as it would take too long. And for me, that's saying something.
So instead I'll just thank Hannah one more time for letting me tag along, and try and shut up and show you the gardens, which were the home to Yves Saint Laurent, if any of you care about that sort of thing.
I don't think there is a greener place in all of Marrakech, and I expect it is not easy to keep it this way.
That, as you may have guessed, is Hannah. One thing that I am thankful to Hannah for, as well as to Daniel, who you'll meet soon, Sabong who you've already met, and a few other people I've met while in Morocco, is for letting me take their picture so much. As I've mentioned before, I'm not that comfortable taking people pictures. And I'm not that good at it. Those two comments are likely somehow related. Anyway, I'm very thankful to Hannah and the others for letting me practice with them, and start to figure out how to take decent pictures of these complex subjects we call people.
This is a fountain. While I could try and list off the names or at least locations of fountains I am thankful to for being able to take their picture, I will refrain, as that would just be kinda weird. And we all know how uncomfortable I am when people think I am being weird.
Same goes for gazebos. Though I will thank John and William Halfpenny for inventing the word, as it's just a fun one to say. Not as good as jellyfish mind you, but getting there.
This is an actual palm tree. There are other "palm trees" about this height around Marrakech, but they're actually cleverly disguised cell towers. Why are they disguised? I assume they are spying on tourists hanging out with locals they don't have papers to be friends with, which by the way, I never got. I did however hang out with my local friends, and that was what was important about that whole thing anyway.
And no, I don't think the cell tower palm trees are used to spy on people. Not by the tourist police anyway.
See, this one is trying to hide behind those flowers. Sneaky palm.
The garden has more types of cacti then I've ever seen, and it's gotta make you wonder, or maybe not, how they ever landed on the "hands up" one as the default image.
I swear these ones are just punk cucumbers.
And for some reason I want to call these two Ernie and Bert.
Or at least give them ping pong ball eyes.
There. Not perfect, but better.
And as you can see, Bert isn't so sure about that palm either.
And this is a fish.
And if you didn't know that before I mentioned it then you're probably going to thank me for telling you that these are turtles.
And these are more palms that were trying to sneak up on us, but having read many a spy novel I was able to track their movements by the reflections in the water, and then slip away unnoticed. Or at least I didn't see any on the plane with me to Delhi, so I'm figuring I've made good on my escape.
Can a palm tree look sinister?
Okay, time to stop before I rewrite Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy to be about a sentient tree working as a double agent in the Marrakech Tourist Police Force.
Mind you, Gary Oldman would be perfect for it.
That to say, dinner was amazing.
This is the third and I expect final post for the day.
The Marjorelle Gardens are about a 20 minute walk from outside the Medina, assuming you've exited through the correct gate and turned right, and about 40 miutes from Waka Waka, assuming you've not gotten too lost heading towards that gate. Hannah and I did not get lost, so having walked for 40 minutes we were able to pay our 50 dirham each, and enter what truly is an oasis at the middle of Marrakech.
You might be asking who Hannah is, unless of course you are actually Hannah, in case you may still be asking that question, but with much longer words and a much deeper meaning.
Hannah is German. Her favourite english words are "wobbly" and "jellyfish", and she is the first person to ever give me a word. Hannah is a palindrome. And I suppose that most relevant to this story, Hannah is a person I met at Waka Waka when I went by to visit Hussein the day after I got back from seeing the waterfalls, who I struck up a conversation with over tea, and who was kind enough to have me along on her trip to the Marjorelle Gardens, a place I had been meaning to visit, but had not gotten to yet.
We had some really good chats that day, and the other couple of times we got to hang out. At one point, and I don't remember why, she asked me to describe someone, like a famous someone, who I really liked, and to explain why. My answer was Jim Henson. I think the bulk of you know why and that's a good thing as 'm not going to explain that here as it would take too long. And for me, that's saying something.
So instead I'll just thank Hannah one more time for letting me tag along, and try and shut up and show you the gardens, which were the home to Yves Saint Laurent, if any of you care about that sort of thing.
I don't think there is a greener place in all of Marrakech, and I expect it is not easy to keep it this way.
That, as you may have guessed, is Hannah. One thing that I am thankful to Hannah for, as well as to Daniel, who you'll meet soon, Sabong who you've already met, and a few other people I've met while in Morocco, is for letting me take their picture so much. As I've mentioned before, I'm not that comfortable taking people pictures. And I'm not that good at it. Those two comments are likely somehow related. Anyway, I'm very thankful to Hannah and the others for letting me practice with them, and start to figure out how to take decent pictures of these complex subjects we call people.
This is a fountain. While I could try and list off the names or at least locations of fountains I am thankful to for being able to take their picture, I will refrain, as that would just be kinda weird. And we all know how uncomfortable I am when people think I am being weird.
Same goes for gazebos. Though I will thank John and William Halfpenny for inventing the word, as it's just a fun one to say. Not as good as jellyfish mind you, but getting there.
This is an actual palm tree. There are other "palm trees" about this height around Marrakech, but they're actually cleverly disguised cell towers. Why are they disguised? I assume they are spying on tourists hanging out with locals they don't have papers to be friends with, which by the way, I never got. I did however hang out with my local friends, and that was what was important about that whole thing anyway.
And no, I don't think the cell tower palm trees are used to spy on people. Not by the tourist police anyway.
See, this one is trying to hide behind those flowers. Sneaky palm.
The garden has more types of cacti then I've ever seen, and it's gotta make you wonder, or maybe not, how they ever landed on the "hands up" one as the default image.
I swear these ones are just punk cucumbers.
And for some reason I want to call these two Ernie and Bert.
Or at least give them ping pong ball eyes.
There. Not perfect, but better.
And as you can see, Bert isn't so sure about that palm either.
And this is a fish.
And if you didn't know that before I mentioned it then you're probably going to thank me for telling you that these are turtles.
And these are more palms that were trying to sneak up on us, but having read many a spy novel I was able to track their movements by the reflections in the water, and then slip away unnoticed. Or at least I didn't see any on the plane with me to Delhi, so I'm figuring I've made good on my escape.
Can a palm tree look sinister?
Okay, time to stop before I rewrite Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy to be about a sentient tree working as a double agent in the Marrakech Tourist Police Force.
Mind you, Gary Oldman would be perfect for it.
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