and now a word on Hamams…

Don’t get me wrong, I fancy them.  I’d fancy a hamam right now in fact.  Who wouldn’t want to be covered in black granules of deep-cleansing matter by a lady in Birkenstocks who then proceeds to rub and exfoliate you?  The only issue I have with this is, well, the riad’s staff seem to already be doing so much for us: cleaning quietly in dark corners, supplying those lovely pastries whose names we can’t pronounce, fetching mint tea, etc..  So I suppose it’s only natural to feel pangs of guilt when they start to bathe you as well.     



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