I moved from my upmarket location in Hay Riad to the more "happening" area of Agdal last week. Wow, it really happens here. The big supermarket is heaving with people buying 2 items each and creating a queue half the length of the store; there's a stupid dog in a neighbouring apartment who can't bark properly - 2 slow barks and the second is higher in pitch. Must stop whingeing.
So, off I go exploring my new manor on Friday afternoon. Up the hill and suddenly, it's Bond St and Regent St rolled into one but with the flavour of Paris - Avenue de France. Wide, clean, full of beautiful people having coffee, pastries, ice creams in the very smart pavement cafes. And lots of high end shops - for those interested in those things.
Nearer home, an Asian resto 1 min away. Nice boulangerie. The cafe Paris next door (owned by my landlord's bother) where I had brekkies yesterday and discovered khlii. Dried meat is the simplest description of it which was cooked with a couple of eggs - check out this link if you want to make it (bet no one does!) http://dafina.net/viandesechee_en.htm
And then there's the Bar Riad. A couple of hundred metres down the road is this bar. Exclusively men with moustaches (they make an exception for grey haired old gits) and, inevitably, smokey. But a whole lot better than the bars by the railway station. At least you can see further than 2 metres through the fug, no dubious ladies and no men doing silly drunken dances with each other. At least not at 1830. Typical decor though. Nicotine coloured walls and ceilings and shit brown painted wood. But for the pinball machine in the corner, it could be the Stout House in Horsham. I await deserved abuse from my good friend, the landlord, Colonel Hunt.
So, off I go exploring my new manor on Friday afternoon. Up the hill and suddenly, it's Bond St and Regent St rolled into one but with the flavour of Paris - Avenue de France. Wide, clean, full of beautiful people having coffee, pastries, ice creams in the very smart pavement cafes. And lots of high end shops - for those interested in those things.
Nearer home, an Asian resto 1 min away. Nice boulangerie. The cafe Paris next door (owned by my landlord's bother) where I had brekkies yesterday and discovered khlii. Dried meat is the simplest description of it which was cooked with a couple of eggs - check out this link if you want to make it (bet no one does!) http://dafina.net/viandesechee_en.htm
And then there's the Bar Riad. A couple of hundred metres down the road is this bar. Exclusively men with moustaches (they make an exception for grey haired old gits) and, inevitably, smokey. But a whole lot better than the bars by the railway station. At least you can see further than 2 metres through the fug, no dubious ladies and no men doing silly drunken dances with each other. At least not at 1830. Typical decor though. Nicotine coloured walls and ceilings and shit brown painted wood. But for the pinball machine in the corner, it could be the Stout House in Horsham. I await deserved abuse from my good friend, the landlord, Colonel Hunt.
I think he stopped reading this after you demoted him to corporal!
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