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When I hear Casablanca then I think on Humphrey
Bogart, with a beer in your hand and are sitting at the clavier. And Ingrid
Bergmann with her sadly eyes said: "Play it still first, Sam."
This is the German text. In the original said Ingrid Bergmann
"Cheers." or " I drink for your welfare, Sam." ( I think
Kate or David know the text better.) And Sam stood his beer on the clavier
and played.
Well, when I think at Casablanca, then I see white houses every time. Its naturally - blanc or blanco is the same as white. And the coincidence would it, I walked through the streets of Casablanca, this upper text was in my mind for the next web sites and I saw painter with white colour on a ladder at some houses.
Now I stay in Casablanca and the first what I saw was the white houses. A new highway came from Marrakech in the city of Casablanca. So I came from a other direction in the town and I had to look for the right way in the city centre. |
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With a population of around 3 million and
growing, Casablanca is Morocco's largest city and industrial centre. The
town lay at the Atlantic, but in the centre you could only see port and
industrial areas. No beaches and the beaches will be come in the West. The
history of Casablanca go back many centuries include a stint of
colonialisation by the Portuguese in the 16th century, it had declined into
insignificance by the mid 1880's. But the Portuguese stood only in five
towns at the Atlantic of Morocco. Inside in the land was Spanish and many
poeple speak Spain here. With the French protectorate came the renaissance for Casablanca. And the French architecture with wide boulevards, public parks and fountains, and imposing Moresque civic buildings created a new city. I walked the rest of afternoon without finish through the streets and lanes. Saw a little bit Atlantic and in the mid of the much poeple I swam through the souks with the narrow lanes.
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At the next day I would go to the beaches. But I
had forgot - it is Sunday and the much poeple in the lanes around the souks
from yesterday just stood here. After a rich lunch I fled back in the city.
It is the only one alternative - dawdle through the streets and in one of
the many cafes to drink a cafe lait.
As I gone back I saw the Hassan II Mosque. A big mosque at the Atlantic. One of the largest in the world, it took 6000 craftsmen three yaers to complete.
At the late afternoon I took my money and didn't bought petrol or food. I gone in the little shop Maroquinerie el Mansour at the place des nations unies. There I had a nice time about one hour by small talk with Mohamed and tee.
This was Casablanca. The name promised more. Tomorrow I will go to Rabat.
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