I was wandering around the amazing Eat Boutique blog this afternoon and stumbled across a post which began with the question, ‘Have you ever had sweet mint tea in a just-blossoming garden filled with bright blue furniture and bright-eyed strangers, all of you just waiting for the minutes to tick, tock, tick, tock away?’
Well, seen you asked, yes I have.
In the Kasbah des Oudaias in Rabat, Morocco. Quite a few years ago now, A and I had the opportunity to spend some time in Morocco. It was just after we had left Betel in Italy and Spain and we needed some time to think and to process what we had been apart of.
We needed a holiday.
We stayed just outside of Rabat and travelled into Rabat almost everyday, shopping in the markets, strolling around this strange mix of a city – French colonised, ancient, Islamic, struggling to be modern city. But very beautiful.
We discovered this little treasure of a cafe on one of our fist visit into the Kasbah and frequented it often. Mint tea, bright blue tiles, the smell of the sea and time. Time to sit and think, time to talk, time to dream.