But really it is about people. The people you watch while having a morning or afternoon or evening coffee at one of the sidewalk cafes filled with men doing the same thing. Women can eat in restaurants but I have only seen two thus far sitting in a cafe. Or the people who help me out with my unhappy version of French. Or the baker tended the wood fire in a small village who offered me bread and warm milk. Or Simo at the riad this afternoon who made telephone reservations for me at the next two places to which I am travelling. Shukran, thanks, to you all.
