Please excuse a political comment. But I’m sitting in a 600-year old Moroccan house in the midst of the oldest medina in North Africa, reading the news, and I see that the UnPresident of the decidedly not United States of America has shoved his foot solidly in his stupid face once again.
I can just imagine him asking staff, “Yeah, but we’re still going to Tennessee, right? Just New Orleans, not Nashville?”
For the rest of my trip, when people ask me where I’m from, I’ll think I’ll make like the Cone heads from SNL and say “France! I’m from France.”
OK. No more politics. Back to the travelog.