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At Marrakech's sparkling train station, we popped into Segafredo for some real coffee, not that sour stuff we've been getting at breakfast. A latte would've been supreme, but I didn't want to risk having any dairy before a long train ride, in case Santa decided to be especially giving this year and gift me a much worse case of gastrointestinal distress! The espresso was nothing special; it's not what I normally order so I can't say if it was actually good based on its own merits, or because it was an improvement over the swill we've been served so far in Morocco.