Yesterday we went to the only English bookstore in Rabat, stocking an eclectic assortment of stuff tourists left behind. We had the directions "near the central train station" so when the Petit Taxi arrived I braved my HS French and asked for the Gare. Nothing. English? Train station. No. Finally tried "chugga chugga woo woo" and we were on our way. My companions were a bit mortified but they did not even try French!
The store had lots of old textbooks and detective novels plus a whole set of Harrelquin romances. Ah the view potential learners must get of theEnglish speaking world by reading those for practice!
In a dark corner we even found some CSLewis which I think is perona non grata here. It was mixed with a stack of Korans - apparently the 200's for Dewey lovers everywhere.
The store had lots of old textbooks and detective novels plus a whole set of Harrelquin romances. Ah the view potential learners must get of theEnglish speaking world by reading those for practice!In a dark corner we even found some CSLewis which I think is perona non grata here. It was mixed with a stack of Korans - apparently the 200's for Dewey lovers everywhere.
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