I passed through the dyers' square, then the wood-workers' and tailors' alleys. I understood now that while searching for Sharia Zitoun I had walked in endless circles, and this time recognised a few corners, painted gates and round, arched stone openings. There was a wall with the imprint of a blue hand. A sign in canary yellow. I heard the sound of the souks, making mental notes of my route, so that I could find my way back to Sharia Zitoun tomorrow. Eventually I saw the imposing spire of La Koutoubia, and went toward it, through D'jemma el Fna. I moved in a slow daze; I had found Manon. I still knew little more about Etienne's whereabouts, but I would go back to her tomorrow. I would not allow her to avoid answering my questions any longer. I left the medina and started towards the hotel, studying every European man. Of course I'd done this since arriving in Marrakesh, thinking I might see Etienne on the street, but now, after meeting Manon, the sensation was enhanced.
