I rather awkwardly walked into a restaurant while its owners were breaking the fast. Accurately described in the guide book as being homely and in, or as if in, someone's front living room, I rather ill-advisedly asked if they would be happy for me to wait while I read my book. The lady of the house kept on about the number "seven" which tranpired to be the hour of opening but I reassuredly advised her that I was reading the sixth and not the seventh version of the guide book. The tagine was a very tasty beef and tomato with fried egg.



















Desert.