Chez Ali, a touristy Medieval-Times-ish (but Moroccan) dinner and show. Complete with a whole lamb on our table that we named Rupert after some people ate his kidneys (not me, clearly), a sparkly belly dancer, a flying carpet on a wire, fireworks, lots of horse tricks and many near horse disasters, and absolutey amazing fruit.
Did I tell you about the fruit? Sweet, perfectly ripe and confusing for English speakers (orange=leemoon, lemon=citron).
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