with Moroccan food and views of the High Atlas Mountains. We prowled the alleys of the souk, shopping for Moroccan home accessories, haggling happily for hours, drinking beers in a sunny café overlooking the Djemaa el Fna square as the call for early evening

. On the negative side, parents probably won’t want to eat the food. But we were buying into a little American heritage, I told myself, and the children had a ball. There’s something about dolphins that makes them appealing; maybe it’s those stories about them

to cater for the ages of the children and I opted to have four one-hour sessions during our-ten day stay, which proved just enough to hold everyone’s interest. I’d already engaged Freddie’s imagination by teaching him the Warrior pose and he was itching