Poets have always talked about Marrakesh, writers have talked about Fes, chefs have been complimenting tagines in Tangier, and now diplomats are talking about Rabat, the city that bloomed in the last millennium. At first glance it may seem dull and quiet, with nothing but the rustle of trees and the sounds of distant cars. But it carries with it luxurious restaurants, kitchens in which the tagine is the king, and streets covered with oak trees, while the roar of its surroundings rises loud and mingling with the wind. It is not a city that opens its arms to tourists, but rather gives its treasures to those who discover it.