the evening, when it was already dark, I went in the field of Djema El Fna where women were selling bread. Crouched on the ground, formed a long line and the whole face was veiled, so that we could see were his eyes.
Each woman had before him a basket covered with a cloth, on which were placed, and displayed for sale of flat, round loaves. Adagissimo I passed along the line, watching the women with loaves.
It was mostly older women and their forms are reminiscent of the loaves
Each woman had before him a basket covered with a cloth, on which were placed, and displayed for sale of flat, round loaves. Adagissimo I passed along the line, watching the women with loaves.
It was mostly older women and their forms are reminiscent of the loaves
(E. Canetti - Voices of Marrakech)
fires shining the burner mounted on a tank of gas in Cascade bath pension roll of heavy filters and simultaneously absorb mint infused tea in China. Oxine is responsible for cleaning guest rooms including the terrace overlooking bab bou jeloud, and smiled slightly as the stem of the plant of the mint opaque glass sinks in the mixture of glass, after being mixed and mixed several times, slowly . The ritual of Moroccan whiskey ready anywhere, any time. Men with smiles and calm patients and emaciated faces open wide generous smile of jet-black teeth, torn and corroded over the years by sugar cubes that cut the tea or coffee Berbers. They sit, eyes left to slow sipping, with infinite laziness, roll mixed with marquise of smuggling hashish and share a plate of Hariri, and olives or a piece of warm bread when it happens. So runs the day in derb Fes Meknes and Rabat, and the medina from the time of ocher crayon, white ash and a pale blue and above, and the time, stretched sounds of the hypnotic chants of measures that traders listen in squatting their 3 square meters of commercial spaces, broken by hand sweet and the Muezzin hoarse that rises from the minarets and pinnacles surrounding the entire old city. The souq are picturesque and serene infernal messy, crucibles of souls touch, crossroads, swirl people, orgies and hordes of loyal travelers remit the sandals after the prayers, thoughts and babel of shouting, screaming mess of and silences. Balak, Balak! mixed in the streets carrying fresh milk cheese and piles of mint and dates. The chickens are stacked in the yard or in cases of iron, cats biting between baskets of leftovers cumin, piles of fruit, colorful spices and flour. Carcasses of beef are cooked in large pot and steam over their heads bleeding on the marbles are placed. The camel is enveloped by the smoke of the fire of his flesh. The butcher smiles at us, we met at the public bath. The men of God believe first and foremost in their hands, and they bend, engraving, cut, chisel, glue, sew, split, shape, embroider, split, heating, cooking, hammering, or simply speak. In times when markets are less crowded, the women took advantage of the hamam to exit quickly, and hoping not to be seen, walking with their eyes still and never cross the street. On the beach at Rabat women are still waiting for their husbands to end up playing football, or remain in the corners of the medina selling biscuits for a dhiram coconut or freshly slaughtered fish. The Marabout please his ablution that ends with Allah is great, while the retired postman to know the Medina swears like a mirror, he wants to sell us his knowledge and with a fake smile politely and without teeth is offered to accompany us around. Meknes entire families too many run in old Mercedes-hued colonial and girls under the scarf and smile wink Western tourists. The landscape slowly peering through the windows of the taxi that takes us from the airport to the city is the same that we see flowing from the train window, which leads us from one city to another. Reddish sand, sun, flying dust, people leaning against a tree, children playing with balloons and cardboard houses without plaster. Kiosks selling bottled water and coca cola in glass. Just arrived here a man with gray eyes met us and told us Welcome to Morocco twice. 
