Christmas Dinner

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Christmas dinner began with my driver not turning up, but a young security guard at the hotel walked me here so I tipped him handsomely. The restaurant/hotel is called 236 Hurumzi.


When I arrived, the place was rather packed, but after sunset, the crowd thinned and we were only one party of four Americans, a couple from China, a single French woman d'un certain age and me in the area where you sit on cushions on the floor and use small personal tables.





There were many, many courses, all delicious. The only weirdness was that they were playing Christmas carols and a man who seemed to be American came and sat behind me and smoked endlessly. He turned out to be Canadian. He introduced himself to ask me about my iPad and then I discovered that he is an owner here and an ex-pat from Montreal. As we talked, the carols stopped and local musicians began to play and sing.


Dinner went until shortly after 10 pm and Ian said I could walk without concern. When I got to the garden near the hotel, it was going gangbusters with a food fair as you see in the main square in Marakesh. It was vibrant and alive and the smell of the foods was intoxicating.