Essaouira — two special places

As we wandered, we stumbled into a really cute little square, the Place Chrib Atay. It looked like it would be a good place for a fine vegetarian meal, but we were committed to fresh grilled fish at one of the stalls in Place Moulay Hassan. Or maybe a good place to paint a canvas of shops and facades, but we weren’t there long enough for that. It was, however, a good place for a few photographs, and here they are.

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sm17 IMG_3720In the heart of the old medina, at the intersection of the two main thoroughfares, lies the Souk Jdid, the main fresh produce and meat market of the town. It’s laid out so that whichever direction you approach it from, you must enter through a gate. It’s pure theatre of city planning–and it works.

sm30 IMG_1036Through the gate we went, and into the broad street beyond. With its arched colonnades and bounded by a gate at either end of the block, this could have been the finest street in this city of fine streets.

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sm32 IMG_3722 souk jdidInside the souk were the usual assortment of meat and produce vendors, with perhaps a special emphasis on fish–as you would expect.

sm36 IMG_1037We only had an hour or two to wander Essaouira’s streets before eating a quick lunch at one of the fish stalls and meeting our ride to Casablanca. We made the most we could of the time, but I’m sure we missed a lot. I regret this. Though it’s small enough to get a good sense of its character in this short time, I learned that Essaouira would be a good place to linger for several days. A place to explore every little street. A place to enjoy the beach and the food and the art and the shops and the texture and patterns of everyday life. A place to come back to. 

And we do hope to come back to Morocco some day.

Marrakech — Plaza Djemaa el Fna

Our guide Hicham dropped us off in Marrakech as evening approached. He got us as near to our riad in Marrakech as a vehicle could go, contacted the riad, and stayed with us until a person from the riad came to meet us. We were SO cared for! Thank you, Hicham, and thank you, Youssef from Morocco Expert Tours, for the great desert experience!

We stayed at Riad Nafis in Marrakech. It was inside the medina in a quiet neighborhood, a two- or three-block walk from the nearest vehicular street. Riad Nafis has comfortable rooms, a central pool in the courtyard, a pleasant roof deck with a great view, caring and helpful staff, and a wonderful cook.

After three days in the desert, we were eager to experience city life again. Besides, we had to change money. So as soon as we settled in and oriented ourselves, we set out for the main plaza of the Marrakech medina–the Djemaa el Fna. It was dusk as we passed through the gate that led to the vehicular street.

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Maybe I need to pause for a moment to explain this phrase: vehicular street. This is a street where cars and motorbikes (motorcycles, scooters) shoot by from nowhere at escape-velocity speeds and where it’s perfectly clear that when you try to cross, you might get killed. This is as opposed to pedestrian streets, where this can still happen, but mostly only with motorbikes.

The presence of motorized vehicles in the medina is a significant difference between Fes and Marrakech. “Marrakech is a real city,” Dan said to me at one point. “Not like Fes.” It was an interesting observation because Fes is actually a bigger city than Marrakech. Why did he feel this way? In part because we had to dodge traffic.

The Djemaa el Fna is a huge open area in the middle of the old medina. It’s almost shocking, actually, to see so much space deliberately left open in the midst of such ancient density. The square was filled, though, with booths, carts, vendors selling… well, mostly selling food.

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As darkness descended the crowds increased, and vendors cooking full meals in temporary stalls actively solicited customers to buy a dinner and eat at the tables set up in ranks in the square.

In the morning, the plaza was deserted. An entire bustling marketplace had disappeared!

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Also, all the shops around the plaza opened for business.

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We decided to have a cup of coffee and watch the plaza come to life. An attractive second-floor cafe seemed the right spot for this–and there was a table right by the railing. But first we had to ask the current occupant of the table to allow us to use the other chairs.

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Fes – a small excursion outside the gates

Still new to Morocco, we thought we might like to see the Artisans Vocational Training Center, just a few blocks outside the gates. Here, our ryad host assured us, we might see people learning the traditional crafts in a modern setting, with a gift shop of articles made on the premises–and no haggling. We thought we might prefer to avoid the stress of bargaining while obtaining some article of genuine handicraft. We thought we might enjoy a small pedestrian excursion outside the medina.

We were wrong on both counts.

The walk was hot. Vehicles racing by on the wide roadway made it hard even to talk. The pollution was more noticeable. The walk was not pretty.

It was Sunday. Being government funded, the place kept sane government hours. It was closed.

However, the amiable security guard did take one of the better pictures of Dan and me.

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The walk back to the medina brought us past a shady park near the Royal Stables. And there we saw a most interesting sight.

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Determined to see the Artisans’ School, we returned the next day. Yes, the walk was still hot, noisy, and polluted–but this time the school was open.

The shop had only a limited selection; the prices, while probably lower than a medina merchant’s asking price, were significantly more than a well-bargained final price in the medina. And many of the workshops in the school were empty.

We did get to look at some of the work in process–plaster carving, for example–that might not be seen elsewhere. And the drawings in the window of the musical-instrument workshop beckoned.

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And we watched for a while in awed silence while a teacher instructed his apprentice in the making of an oud.

sm05 IMG_0460sm06 IMG_0461sm07 IMG_0462 We returned via a different gate–the lovely, but traffic-congested, Bab Boujloud.

smIMG_0438 Bab BoujloudIf I had it to do over again, I don’t think I’d take this walk. Certainly not twice. If I wanted to see something–a garden, perhaps–in the newer part of town, I’d take a petit taxi. If I wanted to take a walk to someplace different, I’d go see the Mellah or the Andalusian Quarter. If I wanted to watch crafts-work in process, I’d find out more about how to see workshops in the medina.

But somehow, watching a young man learning to craft an ancient instrument made the entire excursion worthwhile.