The courtyard is still cool. Fountain on. Light through the mashrabiya making patterns on the tablecloth.

Msemen — flaky, layered, made this morning. Baghrir with all the little holes that soak up honey. Bread from the communal oven. Olive oil from the Haouz. Amlou — roasted almonds ground with argan oil and honey. Butter. Jams. Orange juice squeezed ten minutes ago. Mint tea.

Everything on the blue ceramic plates from Fes, the ones with the chipped edges.