Our seventh continent within 12 months!!! We were told prior to arriving that we were either going to love Casablanca or hate it. I didn’t find that the case however. Yes, there are areas of poverty and filth, but there is also a beauty to it that I am very thankful I got to experience, although brief.
The medina (market), cramped and dusky, had stalls lining each zig-zagging, intersecting pathway filled to the brim with mainly clothing, shoe, and sunglasses knockoffs. The majority of these aimed at men since women in the area often stick to more traditional apparel. We lost our way somewhere in there but thanks to an eye-catching billboard high up in the town center, we were able to find our way (NEW LESSON: always look in every direction including up, to find familiar landmarks).
Catching a taxi, we sped out to the famous Hassan Mosque, located on the seafront. Unfortunately we were unable to find the entrance as it wasn’t clearly marked, but we did wander the large courtyard and admired the view, enhanced by the incessant batter of powerful waves along the waterfront. We watched as many gawkers came out drenched by a surprise swell. The thunderous lull continued over and over, drowning out all other sounds and providing a beautiful soundtrack against the highly regarded mosque.
Once we got our fill we headed over to Rick’s Café to check out the replica of the dining establishment from the film “Casablanca.” We clearly didn’t do our research, as we arrived five minutes after it closed. For any future visitors, please note that the posted hours of Rick’s Café are 12-3pm followed by 6:30-10 or 12 or something. Instead we tried out a local restaurant decked out in the glamorous detailed decorations one would expect of a high-class restaurant of the 50s. The cous cous was a tasty treat to round off our explorations for the day.