Right around the corner, on the way to the tram stop or just about anywhere else we want to go, is a delightful Pâtisserie. Moroccans love the cookies and pastries, and serve them with mint tea.
The goodies are wrapped in a nice box for transport. After one class, one of the students, who had just had a baby, brought cookies and juice to share with her classmates, and insisted I join the celebration. This the class that ends at noon Saturday, reminding me of my long ago undergraduate days, when classes ended at noon, but then there was still a parade of inspection before the weekend really could begin. Saturday classes here are not the norm; I walk by some of the other faculties (schools) in the university on the way to my class, and they are pretty dead and locked up Saturday morning.
The box from our Pâtisserie, in front of the cactus we're bringing back from the dead. This is the small box, when you're not feeding a large group.
Open the box, and savor what you just bought on the way home.
Raspberry cheese cake.
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