The photos don't do it justice at all.
From there, Paul checked out the art gallery while Frankie and I made our way along the pseudo-european beachfront for a swim.
Frankie came up with an ingenious way for us to swim together without endangering our valuables: we put everything important in her little bag and buried it under mine.
It didn't occur to us until we were in the water that if my [worthless] bag got nicked, we'd have no marker to find our valuables. Suddenly didn't feel like such a good idea!
Sunset over the beach at Casablanca
We then walked for what seemed like hours to a lighthouse that had seemed like a great landmark when we'd been looking at it from afar. Eventually we found our way back to the hotel and Paul.We finished off the night at a cute little shisha bar.
Unfortunately, something I ate didn't agree with me... and let's just say I got up several times in the night and I feel guilty for not tipping whoever had to clean our bathroom!
