Living in Rabat

Monday was a parents' evening, and so I was waiting for the bus at about eight in the evening.

The roads were quiet and the bus was half empty. Catching the bus home at 4:30 is so different: there is very little shade; sometimes the bus is full and doesn't stop; and when it does it is crowded and hot. These days, the evening air is so clean. It was all so beautiful and relaxing that I didn't mind at all having such a long day.

The camara has darkened the image. It was actually a lot lighter than this, but obviously late: a few storks were flying very purposefully towards their nests, the air too still and heavy for the chance of any gliding, and a pair of falcons circled above an empty lot, just giving it one last go.

Morocco is a good place to be living.