I was going to talk about how hot it is here, but then I saw this and decided perhaps not. I am so fortunate that even on the hottest days; the sea breeze has been blessedly cool, and even chilly at night. We are still sleeping with a blanket, so nothing much to complain about eh?
I had my reflexology (foot) massage at Moving again. This time the thirty-minute massage lasted twenty minutes. That is still not up to specs. I tend to be a very generous tipper, because I think good work should be rewarded, but I feel the same about poor performance. I have paid for the massages, but left no tips. I am thinking Maryam will get the hint, as I tipped the hammam mistress very well. We’ll see… the massage is so good; I am willing to give it one more try. I am in a bit of a bind as we have seen nowhere else that offers it.
That happens quite a bit here, when you realize you can’t just run out for something, anything, whatever. For instance I need, really need not just for play, a bed table/breakfast table. I use them to work. I am one of ‘those’ people. I love to spread everything out on the bed so I can see and reach it, and then work from there but the laptop is too hot and ungainly for me without a table for long term working. And there just isn’t one. We went over to Agdal and walked about, found some lovely lingerie at La Vie en Rose but no table. I looked at the Marjane in Souissi, no joy; so now I am at wit’s end. You can’t order something like that, the postage to get it here cost more, and sometimes twice the cost of the item! It is interesting to find what you can live without… Nonetheless I shall forge ahead today for another look.
I went by Dessange yesterday to have my hair washed and blown out, here is called “a brushing”. The wonderful Muss who cut it before is on vacation. I did not care for the job the chap did today, not bad, just not up to snuff; however the woman (I will get her name tomorrow at the manicure) who washed my hair gave me a scalp massage to die for! I almost dropped my fan, to which I was clinging for dear life, to the floor I was so relaxed. And the woman at the reception desk was all over it, “You are not very pleased? You did not like this one? You will tell me and I will have someone else for you next time.” Now that’s service. Hear this ladies – the wash, massage, and blown dry? 100 dirhams (12 usd/6 pounds), with 20 for the hairdresser, and ten to the shampoo lady. Such a deal. Apparently it was “impossible!” to have a manicure today, ah well probably too hot to dry anyway.
M.C. Solaar is moping about missing Q.
Here we go, I started thinking about this last night when Annie at Blooming Marvelous mentioned she doesn’t like westerns (gasp). Top Ten All time greatest movies:
The Dirty Dozen
The Seven Samurai/and then The Magnificent Seven (for those who prefer guns to swords)
The African Queen
Breakfast at Tiffany’s/An Affair to Remember (I know that’s cheating, but it’s MY list.)
The Great Escape
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Henry V (the one with Kenneth Branagh)
What are yours?