After spending the early afternoon working two days ago, I couldn’t find my sister anywhere. I looked by the pool in our room, in the sitting rooms of the hotel.
Eventually I found my her stretched out on one of the fourposter beds in the olive grove at Les Deux Tours. She takes a nap most afternoons, but finding her sleeping here summed up every reason for taking her on holiday. Somewhat of a change from Kentish Town.
And today we have woken up in London again. Goodbye Marrakech, we’ll be back soon.