OK, so we were a bit concerned in the Marrakech airport when our driver was nowhere to be found. We had no idea of the name or address of Lisa and Cliff’s house they rented. No wi-fi in the airport. But the driver finally finds us and we were off. Relief was rapidly supplanted by the terror of watching a donkey drawn cart heading obliquely against the 5 lanes of fast oncoming traffic and our driver never slowing down but texting as we grazed on by. It was our intro to “the millimeter miss.”
Tuck and Jones arrive with a wagon to help carry our stuff to the Riad 
Everyone was beyond friendly and our home is spectacular, spacious and comes with a cook! Next day: sensory overload with the spice market and souks offering every item that you never knew you really needed until that moment. Lunch on a rooftop. Walk thru the maze of the old city getting nine of us lost for just a half hour is all part of the experience. Terry even brought RummiKub for the game of the night.
On the rooftop of Cafe des Epices in the heart of the spice market
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