Evening had crept up on us and before we knew it, the sun was gone and darkness settled over the city. At a certain point I started panicking. Lights were playing on the walls, leaving the imagination to make shapes out of shadows. The streets looked deserted apart from clusters of men sitting on stairs and smoking.
Even Eddy and Patsy had their Moroccan adventure in Marrakech. Casablanca was made famous by the eponymous classic film with Ingrid Bergman who, from all the gin joints in the world, had to walk into Humphrey Bogart’s one. And Tangier? Well I’ll just say William Burroughs wrote his Naked Lunch there.
It was such a hot day, hotter than the day before. Looking back on it know, maybe we should have picked chillin in the garden with a G&T. Hindsight is 20/20, huh?