Oh they were French. But of course. And so the invitation for a Moroccan pique-nique chic made perfect sense. (The French do that sort of thing -- an ordinary old picnic simply won't do.)
And so it was that we packed ourselves into the car and up up we went to the lake outside of Marrakech. It was hot, oh very hot, but a cool breeze made it's way through the trees.
And when we arrived....... a sea of Moroccan carpets greeted us, along with a vintage trunk filled to the brim with straw hats. A hat for each -- so thoughtful.
We set our baskets down and aimed to stay for a good long while.
Drinks were served from a bar covered with Moroccan tumblers. Pretty, so pretty.
Soon there were platters of freshly prepared Moroccan good-ness. We took our earthenware plates.....
PS I've left for Mali on assignment. See you there:-)