Joanne all dolled up as a bridesmaid for Angela's wedding. She brushed her hair and everything.

Angela and Ben on their wedding day. Just after their wedding, in fact.

Joanne as bridesmaid at her chum Angela's wedding. Plus some other people.

Angela and Ben's wedding. The horses came too.

The square in Marrakech at sunset. It's called the Djemaa el Fna and contains snake-charmers and chaps selling orange juice. Also tourists with black plastic bags with over-priced trinkets in. And people on mopeds.

A thing in Marrakech. Possibly a mosque of some kind.

T'wife in Marrakech.

Just to prove we made it from Paris to Marrakech by train (and a little bit by ferry from Algeciras to Tangier), here's Joanne at the station.

View out of the window between Fez and Marrakech. It all looked a bit Lawrence of Arabia, I thought.

It's not just me that likes trains; Joanne took this one in Fez. As you can see, it's a 65/607 4.3 series 'Shamlar' loco with unusual double-coupled bogeys and a radially-oriented power distributor. It's not really, I just made that up.

Cats were a key feature of the medina in Fez. Here are some fighting over scraps being thrown by a butcher.

Shoes for sale in a shop in Fez. In fact, it's the shoe shop over-looking the tannery pictured below.

Tannery in Fez as viewed from the balcony in a shoe shop.

Joanne getting on the train in Fez. I thin kwe calculated that between us we've been on trains in about 20 countries on all continents (except Antarctica, which we haven't been to and which doesn't have any trains).

Some buildings in the medina in Tangiers.

I'm told this picture of Joanne mirrors one taken of a well-known person on a bench in front of the Taj Mahal once. I'll allow you to draw your own conclusions.

I do like a good container port. This is Algeciras.

JF in a boat on the lake in the park in Madrid.

Look! It's me. This is on the boating lake in the park in Madrid. Behind me is a huge memorial to a Spanish king, possibly Alfonso the 12th. One of that crowd, anyway.

The palace in Madrid, as seen through the gates outside.

Small Pomf, big cathedral. In Madrid.

Some Spanish chap on a horse in Madrid.

Look! We got the train from Paris all the way to Madrid. Go us.

A Eurostar train at the Gare Austerlitz in Paris.

Joanne getting on the Eurostar at Waterloo at the start of our train trip from London to Marrakech.