Actually, they are all small and red. I suppose I just quite like the song, and it makes a good title.

Anyway, I now have a love-hate relationship with the rain
HATE wet feet
LOVE being out in the not-boiling-hot
HATE there being no taxis
LOVE being helped find a taxi by gorgeous Moroccan men

I know, I’ve always been of the opinion that there is not much that is attractive about north African men (sorry) but this guy has changed all that. He was tall, handsome, gorgeous brown eyes and flawless English. Also, a perfect gentleman he politely asked me if I needed a taxi, and then flagged one down for me. He asked where I was going and made sure the taxi would take me there. He didn’t get in with me, ask for my name or number, or even try to charge me for the help (yes, that does happen).

It was wonderful.