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A bicycle fish peddler rode down the street calling out his wares. He and/or his bike-shop smelled to HIGH HEAVENS of old dead fish and cats followed him all the way...click photos to see a little bigger. I didnt want to upload them too big or it would take forever in this hotel lobby.

Me, Ouidad, Daniel and his daughter Manu and a big delicious dinner of couscous with veggies and chicken in Daniel´s home.






Stuff for sale in the old city market. A lot like it was in Jerusalém. Pretty claustrophobic.






Didnt buy anything there. Was just not up for a 30 minute haggle in very foreign languages and that is the only way. Time is of no matter in Marrakesh, so they consider the selling process just that, a process.

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