Friday, June 1 - Marrakech, Morocco What a difference a week makes. There we were in sun-soaked, broiling Marrakech watching the world go by and trying to have a short rest. The Sheraton Marrakech, where we always stay, is definitely not a swishy venue compared to the Ammanjenna or the distinctly jaded La Mamounia. However, the staff are to die for and we are treated like U2 (we are too old and circumspect to be mistaken for Oasis) or a Goldman Sachs partner. But the hotel is fun. So many groups come in and out that it is like a railway station. In the first two days we had what seemed to be a German petrol-pump attendants conference, a high ranking Jesuit convention and then delegates from an African-Arab summit in aid of starving children.
June 08, 2001
