Rabat is the
complete opposite of Casablanca; the capital of Morocco, it is much quieter
than the frenzied essence of Casa. The streets are wider, less people, very
clean (of course since the King resides there) and calm. I go to visit some new
friends and instantly feel the difference. As we drive along the Corniche, I
notice the hazy sun shining on the water. It is just like the hazy sun on the
beach I had imagined in Camus’
L’Etranger. The hot Algerian sun, which I assume looks the same all
across the Maghreb. The waterfront is not your typical beach as there are
cliffs and rocks that line the water, with patches of green (seaweed perhaps).
Once in a
while, it is nice to escape the craziness that is the life of Casa.
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