Thursday 30 March 2017

An Imperial End … in Rabat (pt.2)

12 September 2014

En route to Chellah we drove through the modern capital that is Rabat, passing the current royal palace and seat of bureaucracy. Not that you could see much, just glimpses through a very few gateways. This is one very big compound surrounded by long, high walls.









Chellah itself is a walled ‘city’. The ruins are from Roman times (200 BC onwards) and the Arab 14th century, side by side rather than one built over the other. The viewing platform would have given a good overview if trees had not been in the way! Ruins: turn left for Roman, right for Arabic!



The Roman section of Chellah from the viewing platform
Roman, left. Arab, right.

The Roman/Christian settlement was typical of its period. There was a capitol, temple, forum, thermes (baths, what we would call a sauna and gym these days), artisans quarters, triumphal arch – now all not much more than knee high, if that, and some landmarks impossible to be distinguished by this non-archaeologist.










The Arab/Muslim remains, being relatively! recent, stand quite high in parts. This largely consists of a mosque and necropolis but there are also the remains of a hammam. It’s surprising that the small amounts of tile work that remain are not better protected.





A marabout -
the resting place/shrine of a Muslim holy man





Morocco is a breeding ground for storks. Nests can be seen in many places throughout the country, including at these ruins.
I don’t know if the dodo was ever resident here but it is reborn as a tree 🙂



Whether Roman or Arab, the ‘watering holes’ look equally, decidedly uninviting. I really think the Arab remains is really a flooded courtyard.

Arab
Roman

After an absorbing day visiting the three very different “top tourists attractions” in Rabat, it was time to leave. It was much more than one day ending.






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