If we didn't like this angle, we could always ask Jill for her version of the shot.

Once again, Jill's got the photos covered as the gang gets moving.

That's right Alex. Two seats is worth gloating over.

The tea partiers, er, the brunettes of RHONY raise a glass.

Cindy seems to be more of a mint over Moroccan tea type.

Maybe Cindy should get an iPhone with FaceTime so she can actually see the twins instead of imagining how they're reacting.

Jill and LuAnn shag some balls at the riad.

Watch out in that one-shoulder top Jill. You could end up with wicked tanlines.

The blondes take in the picturesque scenes of Morocco.

Sonja's excellent at backing it up.

Ramona gets some help unpacking.

Just because you're not at work doesn't mean you shouldn't be working on your fitness.

"Hangergate" begins.

Can LuAnn just put these guys down somewhere, please.

The brunettes debate the quality of sex tape participants.

Leave it to Jill Zarin to boil currency conversion down to a simple formula.

Or to run into someone she knows in Morocco. It's a Brad, Brad World!

LuAnn saw you Ramona and Sonja. You aren't as quick as you appear.

It seems Jill and Ramona survived their first Moroccan interaction.

But these two are ready to party.

You get a caftan! And you get a caftan! Everyone here gets a caftan!

Ramona would prefer a bell to ring for the servants though.

Alex McCord has no problem playing with fire.

The ladies take to the markets.

We feel the same way, LuAnn.

There's a Medusa joke in here somewhere.

Sonja gets a translation assist to learn that money can't buy you class -- or love.