How does the way look like?

On weekend I was studying, cleaning my flat and my mind, walking around the city.

If you turn left on the corner of jewish cemetry and go down, cross the wide street and follow the narrow street, where crowds of men are sitting in cafes even when it is raining, and big drops make your umbrella wet even from inside... There will be an Ocean: loud, grey, cold. Turn left, next 500 meters the ocean will be on the right side, cemetry on the left, Oudaya - in front. You will pass surf club with such a big windows, that the ocean is the only thing you see, you would love to live there, right? Wake up, take your tea, stare at the waves... You go farther, under the rain, cross the street in front of Oudaya (boys are playing footbool near the gates, between unbelievably-green palm-trees and orange wall), find a small hole between the houses that will lead you to medina - more touristic first, and authentic if you turn in right place. You will look just forward, to avoid all these "bonjour! sava?" from people. At home, absolutely wet, tired, happy, you will sit at the balcony and look how light of the setting sun paints St.Pierre cathedral with yellow.
***

Strange dreams for the last week - I see or beloved people whom I lost or unknown men who are taking care of me.
***

I miss tea. 10 bags of Earl Gray Twinnings costs around 1,5 euro, but even it doesnt smell and taste like real tea. Oh yes, in Russia we Drink Tea.
***

Lost. But Katya Kh. brings inspiration, as usual.