The Beach At The End Of The Line
The beach was lots of flat sand, with the sort of dramatic sea, for which the Atlantic Ocean is renowned.
It was actually fairly deserted, so after my orange juice, I returned to the city centre.
But it was worth it, just for that orange juice alone, which had been freshly squeezed for my benefit. I have only ever had one orange juice anywhere near the same quality and that was in a five star hotel in probably Spain.
That would have cost me a lot more than the thirty pence or so the Casablancan one did!
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