Exhausted by the intensity of Marrakech we allow ourselves a day off from the story-telling odyssey and while Lahcen is in London we drive north to the seaside town of El Jadida - breaking our journey on to Casablanca tomorrow. It's still a good 4 hour drive though so time to crack out the James Blunt. I don't know how we missed it before but the first line of the second track is 'One day your story will be told', the discovery of which we must share with Lahcen when he's back.

For an afternoon we are tourists sharing pizza on the beach before a walk round the Portugese Cistern, and the ramparts of the tiny Portugese medina. We dine in a lovely fish restaurant and miraculously Noah sleeps through the whole of dinner so it really does feel like a day off.