Bonjour mes Amis, (Hello my friends),
I’m writing today from the former French occupied Casablanca, so they speak Arabic and French here. I had some expectations of this place having watched Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart many times in the famous romance story which took place in this exotic locale. Sad to say, this place is nothing like the movie.
We are not far from the Sahara desert so understandably, this place is an arid, dry place in the middle of a vast wasteland. These people try to live in this barren ground, in a country devoid of natural resources. Scrambling out a life is pretty tough. The people are really poor, and live in very meager domains, but no matter how poor, everyone seems to have a satellite dish for watching tv.
One of the big attractions is the palace of the King. Only tourists are allowed to visit the grounds of the palace and even at that, we were only allowed to photograph the front entrance to the palace, and only from one corner of a sidewalk. We were forbidden to stand in the street to be able to look down the archways to see beyond the guard protected entrance.