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I spent my first afternoon in Morocco with Julie and Juan. We wandered about, had a beer in the "Casablanca" bar, perused the markets, and ran into a few kids. |
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That night I took off on a train for Tanger in search of my ol' grad school friend DeEttra and her husband Mike, both of whom were teaching English with the Peace Corps. And what do you know--they were at the train station waiting for me when I got there. Here they are in their humble abode. |
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They had not been to Fez as of yet, so after a little catching up, we hopped another train. Here are scenes from the tannery we paid a mysterious man to take us to. |
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The Berber women come down from the hills to sell their wares. Here's one that was set up on the street selling some greens. |
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Back in Tanger, I escorted Mike and De to the souq to pick out a new stove. Here's Mike making his way through traffic with their new appliance. |
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Markets are a little different in Morocco than you might be used to. Here's how you can pick out your own chicken. |
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