Rabat (Morocco), 13.04.2014 On a quiet street with few people, most of them still mentally sleeping, I enjoyed a simple breakfast in the morning: coffee with milk, bread with tomato and olive oil, orange juice. I found eggs on the menu of the bar: “fritos” (fried) or “revueltos” (scrambled). I went for the latter, fearingContinueContinue reading “South of Tangier”
