The sterile supermarket scene was left far behind and a group of us arrived in style...by local bus no 25...at the Ourika Monday market. Every man and his donkey seemed to be there happily haggling. The sun shone and the local produce glistened. We made our purchases before picnicking and it truly was another ‘best day’ in Morocco !
It happens all the time in Morocco....you round a corner or open a door and are hit by a beautiful and unexpected surprise. This little pink house with its grapevine covered terrace belonged to the family of our guide Said. He spent the day with us, sharing fascinating snippets about Berber life in a village and then gave us the historical lowdown on the 12th century Mosque we had come to visit. Nine of us ate two amazing and sumptuous meals in this little pink house that his mum and auntie prepared, no mean feat with not an appliance in sight! We were so, so, so well fed which is typical of wonderful and warm Moroccan hospitality . Upstairs is Air BnbB guest accommodation with views of the mountains and the valley, providing the best chance anyone could have of immersion with a local family and daily life in the Atlas.
It rained yesterday, non stop and quite hard...my least favourite type of day ! I was travelling with a tour group in Fes and we had a cooking class scheduled to be held outside by the pool at Riad Salam...well that was well and truly a wash out. The fabulous hotel staff moved furniture around and the class took place as planned but inside a very glamourous salon, not an easy feat seeing the class was for 40 people.
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