We took a walking tour through the old city. Mohammed showed us the way the city really works. It was wonderful. Here is a man cutting tiles with a chisel and a hammer. He handed a little yellow tile to Jensen- who for some reason was thrilled and kept it for the rest of the day.
We got to see a nice touristy snake charmer (in between tour groups- lucky us!) The funny part was that the whole time a strange man was draping a live snake around Jensen's neck he was busy staring and the men with the drums. (Mohammed is in the middle in the tan kaftan.)
From the old city looking out to sea.
Most people here don't have water in their houses so there are public fountains all over and they bring their bottles to fill up- and as you can see here- Mohammed says some people are smarter than others...
I wished I could imprint the smell of the spices on my brain and call up the romance of it any time I wanted. It was just like I hoped it would be.
We ate at a traditional Moroccan restaurant that was phenomenal. One of the courses was a spiced ground chicken wrapped in phyllo dough with little piles of powdered sugar and cinnamon on top- sounds crazy, but oh my goodness, with the ambiance and everything it was magical.
Jensen and I watching the musicians. See that huge window- letting a nice little breeze in... sigh.
Jensen paid the man for his artwork- wasn't so sure about handing him the bills he'd just fought for. (He loves money...)
A cemetery. Al always makes fun of me for thinking cemeteries are so cool, when I haate dead bodies... oh well.
This is how they weave their cloth. Your buy your yarn and bring it to any of a number of men in these little tiny rooms and they make your cloth- then you take it to get it made into your kaftan.