Camel and cuckoo


Last night, on a few internet recommendations, we decided to mix it up a bit and go for a meal at a restaurant/riad in the center of the Medina, so I called to make a reservation and ask them to come fetch us (which their facebook page said they would do). We were a little surprised when it turned out to be a French woman who came to get us and take us back to what turned out to be her riad. She was quite chatty all the way there and through dinner and we learned that she had been in Meknes for 6 years and was in the process of moving riads, so the menu was a little reduced. We were also the only ones there for some time, when a Spanish couple arrived in the middle of our meal, which made us feel a little better about our choice. We had pumpkin soup and various salads, which were ok, nothing special, and then for the main course a camel tajine that was surprisingly good. All during the meal she would come to the table and start monologues about living in Meknes, and how it was difficult for her, and that there were many forces arrayed against her. She spent a fair amount of time talking about the corruption, and the difficulty of finding good help. She told us that her current helper was number 79 (and she referred to many of the others by their number and deficiencies). She also spent a fair amount of time telling us about being attacked by boys with stones in a southern town that is supposedly part of the cocaine drug trade, and how many people are terrified of walking alone in this country, but not her. By the end of the meal, we were in a hurry to get out of there and away from her, she seemed a bit unhinged. One of the best parts of eating out at her place was the winding path of the medina we were led through on the way there and on the way back, in the dark of night.