After years of film history classes, I find myself in one of the only towns Hollywood recognizes in Morocco ~ Casablanca. As a matter of fact, we did make a stop at Rick's cafe, but only for a photo op. Amazingly, I was more enticed by the auto mechanic next door. And after a visit to the Hassan II mosque, I was more than ever convinced of my love and devotion to this darling little country. Call it the cry of my inner hippie, whatever it is I'm content to call this place home for the next few days. And after trying the fish tagine at the Restaurant au Port, I can't understand why anyone would think differently. Vive le Maroc!