Though I haven’t any plausible entitlement, I nonetheless cherish myself with a speciously well-deserved indolence this Friday afternoon because from precisely 9:30 am this morning until now we’ve been about the neighbourhood and back and forth from the City doing things. Important things. The composition of the overall enterprise is of course irrelevant; all that matters is that it bespoke more expedition than lying in bed or having a morning coffee in one’s nightgown.
Well, since you insist, I’ll tell you more. You see, Bunny is soon departing for a two-month sojourn to Morocco. Aside from having been party to her last minute French lessons (which for reasons that are not entirely clear to us she has pursued vigorously), we thought we ought to punctuate the advent of her dispersal by doing something coterminous so to speak. Like Moroccan-style mint green tea and pastries (sweets and chocolate).
Morocco officially the Kingdom of Morocco, is a country in the Maghreb region of North Africa. It overlooks the Mediterranean Sea to the north and the Atlantic Ocean to the west, and has land borders with Algeria to the east, and the disputed territory of Western Sahara to the south. Morocco also claims the Spanish exclaves of Ceuta, Melilla and Peñón de Vélez de la Gomera, and several small Spanish-controlled islands off its coast. It has a population of approximately 37 million. Islam is both the official and predominant religion, while Arabic and Berber are the official languages. Additionally, French and the Moroccan dialect of Arabic are widely spoken. The culture of Morocco is a mix of Arab, Berber, African and European cultures. Its capital is Rabat, while its largest city is Casablanca.
We triumphed the unwitting discoveries at the bakery store by stopping for a latté and double espresso at Starbucks in Bell’s Corners followed by a car wash and then lunch at Mamma’s Place in Almonte (where I had the best club sandwich I’ve ever had). During the luncheon we had the decided pleasure to meet a couple who moved here from Ottawa 2 years ago (and are happy to have done so). We shared a number of details with one another, both having agreed upon the “P” name for what was once called “Irish Town”; plus the confusion of Princess Street with what is actually shown of Compiled General Plan No. 6262 as Prince’s Street.
