It was only nine degrees when we woke the next morning, a cold wind was blowing from the Atlas Mountains but at least the sun was shining. We had a short drive of only 80K to our next stop up in the mountains at Azrou. We had only been travelling a short time before we found ourselves driving through snowy landscapes although, by the time we reached our destination, most of the snow had dissipated in the sunshine.
Snow was not unusual in this area during the winter (it was November) and the houses mostly had pitched roofs instead of the usual flat roofs. We passed through the town of Ifrane where the King had a palace; the town looked more like an Alpine village and we were half expecting to see groups of skiers plodding up to the slopes.
