Day out in Casablanca
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The beauty and spaciousness of the Mosque reminded me of the Taj Mahal.
Our gorgeous guide - GG used the space to demonstrate her daily ablutions and assured us that in her country women were free to choose how they dressed.
She talked a little about Ramadan and explained that it was a matter of timing when you could eat and drink and intimated that as far as sex was concerned the hours when it was permitted were not wasted.
GG took us through this lovely market. At no time did we feel uncomfortable or in any danger. She told us that they loved their King and Queen who were kind and caring and helped the less fortunate people. She took us to an old, tall building in the city- which housed La Toque Blanche.
Slowly with the aid of a tiny open iron lift - the like of which I haven't seen since visiting my agent's office in Cambridge Circus in the fifties- we reached the 5th? floor where we learned how to make Moroccan Fekkas, Bahla and Gazelle Horns. And then of course we had to eat them.
The School was owned by a young woman, the women were in charge and we were waited on by sweet young men. Delicious! The cakes I mean.
Gloria - one of us - was encouraged to have a go.
Then we were shown how to make Beef Tajine, Chiken Tajine and Couscous Tfaya with vegetables and chiken.
Then we were taken even higher to a dining room.
The silver tureens were removed and we were served with plates of divine food. I had asked for a small helping so felt justified in going back and asking for more. That pleased them greatly.
We all got a certificate from Mme Laila Lahlou, directrice de l'ecole de gastronomie La Toque Blanche to say Mackay Patricia (or whoever) a participe au atage d'initiation a la Cuisine et Patisserie Marocaine en date du 24/12/2016.
After a little shopping a local man burst on to the coach - upset that he had unwittingly overcharged one of the passengers convincing us all that Casablanca is a special place.