HE friendo Bill McCuddy sent this problematic man-ped photo from his high-security, five-star fortress in…he didn’t say but most likely Fez or Marrakech. (The last time I visited Casablanca it was a sprawling industrial hell hole.)

HE reply: “Swimming pool, palm trees and flip flops. You could be in Palm Springs or Acapulco.  

“I’m presuming you’re in Marrakech but with a strict avoidance attitude — no conversations with locals, no roaming through the Medina, no snake charmers, no exotic Moroccan cuisine, no posing with camels, no camping out in the desert, no horse-drawn carts, no Dar el Bacha Palace, no visiting the Man Who Knew Too Much shooting locations (La Mamounia hotel), no conversing with French-accented Louis Bernard types, none of that.

“Please correct if I’m wrong but you seem to be enjoying a well-protected Kardashian experience. At least you’re not wearing Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves curled-toe slippers.”

McCuddy message accompanying photo: “Hope you didn’t just eat.”