This has been a trying week of red tape, traffic jams, dripping fridges, and medical angst. But a few weeks ago I actually had a successful day on the town. Let’s focus on that.
There is something to be said for going to the same place twice. And I am going to say it now.
Today I had an appointment in the city, after which I set off in search of waterproof shoes. I simply must have dry feet this winter, and the rest of the Moroccan populace has transitioned instantly from flip flops to Uggs. Everything is binary here, it seems. Morocco is not about in-betweens.
The lovely lady at the reception desk kindly directed me to a nearby shoe store, which did not have waterproof shoes. But while I was there, I remembered that I had forgotten to pick up my receipt, and so I trotted smartly back to the office I had just left. This was my first second visit of the day.
