End of school for the summer here yesterday. Adjacent to the campsite the towns swimming Poole, where yesterday an end of school party was held, until half ten last night. There's something about bassy music and a DJ who really loves himself, that doesn't gel well with someone suffering with a migraine. Angela's words are unprintable! All quiet this morning, and with Angela feeling a little better we walked down to the town, passing goats stood in the argan trees who had climbed the trees to enjoy a nibble on the leathery foilage.
As you do. Despite being up amongst the Rif mountains it is hot, 34c. We know cool compared to some parts of the U.K. and Europe. Chefchaouen is a relaxed mountain city, often called the 'Blue Pearl'. Famous for its blue washed streets and Andalusian style architecture of blue washed buildings.
Pretty as it is, the shops seemed to all sell similar items, straight off a container ship from China. Angela would have liked to have seen something a little more artisan for sale. Being up in the mountains, there is no supermarket here, so we purchased courgettes, peppers, tomatoes and onions from the street sellers who sat along the pavement with a few crops they'd managed to cultivate on the dry barren soil here. This evening, the temperature has now dropped by 1c. We'd like to walk out for a meal, but the walk back is uphill, and after struggling back to Marge once already today in the intense heat, we are not so sure it's a good idea to venture out again. This evening our neighbours are a very nice Moroccan family, mum, dad, four children and as introduced to us, ' the in-law'. That'll be the mother in law to you and us!
