We awoke the next morning to bright sunshine, the day already warm.
“I saw a coffee shop not far from here when I was out last night,” said Amir.
“Great. Let’s go there and then maybe we can go to the Jardin Majorelle. That’s not far from here, is it?”
“I don’t think so,” he answered. “We’ll check it out on your tablet before we leave.”
The garden was indeed not very far away, just a ten-minute bus ride. It was a beautiful place to spend some time in the morning. Full of greenery of every imaginable kind, we wandered around, losing complete track of time, chatting away about our future. At times I began to think living together with Amir in Marrakech wouldn’t be the worst place for us to be, given our bad luck trying to go elsewhere. But, of course, that was not the case. There were th
