bus from the airport to the center, the driver friendly invents a stop at Bab Doukkala to our hotel. segiamo information from a kiosk, then a bar, then a dry cleaners and we ran into an alley of shops chicken and spices, bound to donkey-carts, with retailers trying to sweep the water flooding the road . are completely unprepared for the rain. few manholes, and the roads have no slope. the poultry shops selling live chickens, dead, plucked or broken eggs, your choice. cages behind the counter looks like a death row, but it is impressive. much more natural than in battery farms with mechanized butchery. The motto of the day is not looking chickens.
give up, a boy leads us to the hotel and goes for less than three euro, with two face was injured.
beautiful hotel, a small square courtyard with six rooms that overlook. sleep to recover from the sleepless night that while it stops raining.
is dry when we go out, spend the whole day wandering around Djemaa el-Fna of snake charmers, vendors water, Berber women that make us the tattoos with henna, and a lunch in a street nearby anonymous because the market is not yet open, I think because of the rain. the carts come in dribs and drabs, and everything comes alive in the afternoon, people arrived and we advance in the souk in search of slippers. hiking boots are comfortable but sometimes it takes a bit 'of relief. that is a winning strategy is to go into the workshop of the one that reminds us insistently. there you can talk quietly, the purchase becomes dialogue.
take tea on a terrace, then have dinner at Banquet: mixed grilled and fried fish. the day ends in relaxation, with mint tea on the sofas of the hotel, con l'ipnotica musica gnawa.
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