Returned to town the very next day to see my stajmates Rachel and Michael, who decided to take a quick trip to see Taroudant. "Quick" means they probably spent at least as much time traveling to/from as they did actually in the medina. I hope they'll come for a longer visit, but we spent a lovely afternoon wandering the souk and hanging out in the zwin cafe.
Mike tests the orange juice, freshly squeezed by the guy with the orange bucket.
I never get tired of the elderly men, who never get tired of sitting and watching the world go by.
I call this nook of the suq "Pottery Barn" ~ the clay cones are the lids of tagines, the official cooking dish of Morocco.
Broken tagines and graffiti.
I never get tired of the elderly men, who never get tired of sitting and watching the world go by.
I call this nook of the suq "Pottery Barn" ~ the clay cones are the lids of tagines, the official cooking dish of Morocco.
Broken tagines and graffiti.
Figs and dates ... a delictable dried variety ...
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