That morning in Rabat was weird.
I spent the night before reading live all about the attacks in Paris and I didn´t sleep much.
Johannes and I met to have breakfast and around us the air was weird: all the Western tourists we met had a weird look on their faces, these tired and sad eyes.
We walked here and there in those amazing little white and blue streets of the Kasbah until we arrived at the Café Maure.
This calm white and blue café with a big terrace facing Salé and the cliffs offers a great Moroccan mint tea and some -very yummy- typical pastries. The view is absolutely amazing, very relaxing and accompanied by the sound of small waves. It somehow feels like being in a mixture between southern Italy and Greece: so confusing!
Of course I could´t resist and I took one of each and… o gooosh! Let me just tell you that they are pure sugar and I love sugar. Johannes as well took some, but he is a polite and elegant young man, so he just took some (but tried mine…). Overall we had to pay 100 DH -10 euros- for my sugar craving, but it was worth it!
We had some problems with a local cat (o, yes: there are a lot of cats) who absolutely wanted to share our pastries and who decided to block the view sitting in front of us. But she was cute, so it´s ok.
I have been reading that in this bar women can go without problems, even if they are not accompanied by a man. So yay! Definitely go there! But watch-out: it looks like it´s closed during the Ramadan, and it always closes after the last prayer (the 5 pm one).