Everyone on board our late-leaving-port Windstar cruise ship was looking up as we approached the suspension bridge and the tide continued to rise threateningly. Mercifully, we cleared the bridge with inches (not feet) to spare.
December 8, 2016
December 7, 2016
December 6, 2016
December 5, 2016
I live in an Armenian neighborhood, so tabbouleh is no stranger to me. I've tried versions from all of my many local markets. I've made it myself. But none comes close to this tabbouleh, available once a year at the St. James Armenian Church bazaar just steps from my home. Just the right amount of parsley, the right balance of bulgur and lemon juice. Mmmm-mmm. I indulge freely, while at the same time bemoaning the fact that I can't freeze it to enjoy throughout the winter. Instead, this photo will have to do.
December 4, 2016
It is our custom and our delight to purchase something at a local market and then bring it back on board our Windstar cruise ship to enjoy at the next meal. This time, a lovely Moroccan bread purchased that morning at the sprawling market in Rabat. The vendor had just arrived, wheeling in a pushcart with a mountain of warm loaves. We bought a large one, and when I handed him the equivalent of 75 cents or so, he gave back a handful of coins as change. So cheap. So good.