Of course a person could hardly stay out of the shops in the medina if she tried. (I say “she” here because Mr. I-Hate-Shopping, a.k.a. Dan, did not seem to share this problem.) Everything was interesting, desirable, and infinitely photogenic. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Herbs and essences
Spices and herbs
Olives and pickles
Chickens and eggs. (So *that’s* where all the crowing was coming from!)
Camel’s head and other meats
Hand-loomed fabrics
The loom in the back of the shop, where some of the fabrics were made
Musical instruments
Antiques and odd objects. Cat not for sale.
Yes, of course, rugs. Beautiful rugs in a beautiful space. What’s a medina without rug stores?