The Paris of the Atlas.
December 3rd 2006 My stomach has suddenly taken a turn for the precarious after an iron-clad week. What began as a care-free, what-me-worry attitude toward food has evolved into a painful ballet of menu navigation - tip-toeing my way around strong spices, most meats, and the ubiquitous, dreaded tajine. It’s an eight-hour train ride to Marrakech from Fes, and because of certain not-unwarranted fears I have r
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