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On the road to Casablanca, we came upon a genuine Fantasia, not the theatrical event staged for tourists that we had seen the previous night.
This Fantasia had been going on for about a week. It was like an American county fair. Teams from various communities competed. Spectators and competitors had pitched elaborate tents. Whole families were in attendance. They lived and cooked in the tents while the tournament was in progress. We wished we could have lingered to see more of the REAL THING, but we had to drive on.
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Now for Casablanca itself . . .
We don't have any photos of Casablanca because Casablanca was the biggest disappointment of the trip!
It wasn't Casablanca's fault; it was Saga's fault. We had only a quick look at the oceanfront and some downtown boulevards as the bus drove non-stop through the city. Basically, that was it for Casablanca!
Saga booked us into a fancy Holiday Inn--near nothing of interest whatsoever. How much nicer it would have been if Saga had lodged us in just a three Q hotel that was better located. (Saga rates its accomodations on "Qs," and the fewer the "Qs" the lesser quality.) We would have readily traded a modest reduction in quality for a better location. Casablanca appeared to be the most modern and cosmopolitan of all the Moroccan cities that we visited. Surely there is a selection of hotels that could have been more appealing location-wise!
In the evening, Dot and I attempted to walk about for some sightseeing, but there was nothing to view. We grew apprehensive during the walk as we encountered groups of boisterous youth. We returned to the hotel, and the next day Saga wisked us off to Rabat.
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