A dear member of the family is off on a Mediterranean cruise at the moment, although it has been noted that the numbers of days at sea, sailing from Southampton, have been rather more than I would like for myself, were I to take to the waves.
I asked where they were in their schedule, the answer, ‘Casablanca.’ I asked what it was like? I was told, ‘I don’t know, but she (the dear member) has bought a Real Madrid strip…’
I thought I’d look up Casablanca for myself, being curious. I got rather distracted by this rather marvellous street art rendition of a cat.
Cruising makes me want to sing this, although I appreciate the sentiment is all wrong.