It so happened that the Deputy Registrar of the Faculty Office, Mr. Nicholas Richens, my colleague, was in Marakech that first night, and after chancing into some lodgings, I met him in the Djemma to stroll at discrete enough disatance from the amusements, and to have a spot of dinner. While enjoying his ironic wit, I also had the company of several young ladies from Christ's College in Cambridge and thier gentelman friend from the New West of the City, who were on the final stages of thier tour. The four of us compared notes on Morocco and Cambridge before making our seperate ways. I think we were all glad of each other's company. They wished me well on the eve of the onset of Ramadan.

Our table, the staff & produce.














An interminable boxing match where the showman attempted to raise enough money so that his sports could lay into each other for a short round. Nick kindly spent some dihram on our behalf to assist get the fight going.














A tentative fishing game.

The blue luminescence of a Teleboutique that evening.