At both entrances to the Mausoleum of Mohammed V were sentries mounted on horses. Morocco is a hot country so the were fortunate to be provided with permanent sun shades protecting both the sentries and the horses from the effects of prolonged exposure to direct sunlight. I, fair of skin, would not do well without protection likely emerging at the end of the day an intense shade of pink. I also don’t have the constitution to sit in one spot for prolonged periods without a book to read or a pen to track the thoughts rummaging around my monkey brain. I am restless, impatient.