Day 3 - Blogabond

The next morning, I did myself proud. After flatly rejecting a "grand taxi" to Azrou for $300 dh, I made my way to the collective station and eventually was traveling to the souk in Azrou like a real Moroccan! Some of the passengers spoke moderate french -- sometimes I didn't understand and sometimes I just said so, because not all the comments were ... gentlemanly.

The ride took about 1-1/2 hours, through very pretty hillside areas and through two "new" towns, Immouzer (?) and Ifrane. Clearly these were for the wealthy to escape the city.

The souk at Azrou was very interesting, somewhat like a flea market, but with horses, mules, cows, sheep (lots of sheep), a magician, some circus games and plenty of chickens thrown in. I shared tea with a rug salesman who did not try to sell me anything and had lunch (bruchette in bread) with a french professor who kindly paid without telling me (and the stall owner kept his word). I'm not sure how this compared with Pisac, Peru. Surely the "crafts" were not there, but neither were the tourists. I probably could have gotten a good deal on a rug but didn't know or care enough.

Later, in the artisan's shop, I met a Moroccan, Samir, and his German wife, Heidi. We looked at the rug making and they offered me a ride back to Fes, which I jumped at.

written by

shoshtrvls on May 21, 1991 from Azrou, Morocco

from the travel blog: Morocco (1991)

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