It takes a village

To get set up in a Moroccan apartment, I'm convinced that it really does take a village. As of today, I'm finally in, and my hot water is on (I just took a bath) and my landlady has returned to Tangier.
"Villagers" in the mix: The plumber who came to install the new butagaz-powered heating unit (featured to the left); a family friend of the land lady who was on-hand to help. Two cleaning ladies contributed to the good state of the place, and the concierge put us in contact with my landlady. My neighbor, Aicha, was the "agent" who put me in touch with the group, so she earned the "finder's fee" of 1/4 month's rent (go Aicha!). Of course, a friend of mine put me in touch with Aicha (don't know if he gets a "finder's fee" or not). Lastly, my co-instructor for cataloging at l'ESI has helped with everything from taking me grocery shopping to showing me around my neighborhood, to helping me work through the fact that I'm not able to get Internet via cellphone-tower-enabled modem after all.
My new water heater has been lovingly installed right above the toilet. Other photos of my new 4th floor apartment include the "salon marocain" and the tv room. There's also the "chambre d'amis", the dining room, and the kitchen. My room is huge, and there's a balcony overlooking the new national library, among other things. All in all, a fabulous find, and executed in less than a fortnight. If Moroccans are really less efficient than usual during Ramadan, then I'm going to be in for a wild ride once Ramadan is over.