Casablanca, Morocco
Flat White
If a latte and capuccino had a baby.
Starbucks. ✌️
“What are you doing in Casablanca.” This is how our conversation started with the owner of Zwin Zwin Café, a Parisian expat. “There is nothing in Casablanca.” When we explained we were staying there to break up the 9-hour train ride from Marrakech to Tanger, she relented. But, when we arrived in Casablanca, we knew what she meant: Casablanca is a city, but not for tourists.
Casablanca is an economic hub for Morocco. Only recently has there been development that is better suited for tourism. We arrived and ventured out to see the single notable monument, the Hassan II Mosque, the biggest mosque in Morocco. As we approached it on foot, the size was already breathtaking. It is built right on the ocean, so there was a wonderful mixed scenery of the blue Atlantic and the dense city behind it.
Non-Muslims are not allowed in the mosque, so we craned our necks to get a glimpse of the interior. We could see large windows, framed in impressive tile work and carvings. And the devout kneeling on stretches of ornate carpet.
We spent the rest of the evening in search of a tasty meal, and decided upon Blend Gourmet Burger, an “American Burger Restaurant.” There, we were instructed by our servers on what was “very good,” including “Cajun Fries” and “Lemonade.” We were pleased to savor a familiar meal. But, wouldn’t write home about it. Casablanca, meh.
N/A, “No/Alcohol”
