After a leisurely walk through the Roman ruins in Rabat, my friend and I sat at an outdoor café for tea and pastries while watching a tour group of German senior citizens.
We took a walk, during which I bought low-resolution postcards that my friend informed me were the norm.
Then it was back to Casablanca.
The previous night we had cozied up and watched “Casablanca,” the classic black and white American film from the early 1940s starring Humphrey Bogart, who plays Rick, and Ingrid Bergman, who is Ilsa. Bergman’s character was a bit helpless for our taste but most likely a product of the time. At one point she tells Rick that he has to do the thinking for both of them.
The displeased taxi driver my friend and I encountered the prior night must have assumed that we modeled our mentalities after Ilsa when he acted like he knew what was best for us (i.e. taking his expensive ride instead of approaching one of his competitors).
Our mini film screening was in preparation for my introduction to Casablanca’s other tourist destination (the first being the mosque): Rick’s Café. An American expat modeled this restaurant after the one of the same name in the film.
I had mixed impressions of Rick’s Café. Aesthetically pleasing and possessing a classy air, it at the same time felt unreal, kind of like Disney World. There was a feeling of being in what a one might imagine a Moroccan restaurant to be that left me feeling unsure if it was. Analysis aside, its interior décor was pretty and artfully done, and I definitely enjoyed taking in the live music, colorful filtered light, and chatter around us. “Casablanca” in color: what a treat.