Hotel Splendide, hotel of joy

After an air-conditioned night on a bus and then three hours on a train, we were overjoyed to arrive at a hotel in the city. Rabat, which had seemed kind of dirty and rural, was a welcome portal of civilization compared with what we fled. We celebrated by sleeping away the morning and afternoon.

I have no words for this picture.


This post's theme word: poliad, "a nymph who inhabits a city."

Fruit juices

Left, mango juice. Tasted like a mango after a blender encounter. This is what it was.

Right, jus d'avocat. Lawyers are deliciously green and creamy. I expected it to taste like guacamole, but it was much milder.

Below, kiwi juice. It was just kiwi, with no emulsifier, so it eventually separated into juice and seeds/fiber. Most delicious of the juices I tried, though it would have been better chilled.

This post's theme word: fample, "to put (food) into a child's mouth." Another obsolete rarity for E.