Local Market

Well Moe took Adam and I out to a small town about 30 min away. It was market day and the town was alive with activity. We parked along the busy street and paid a couple of young boys to keep an eye on the car. Walking up to the market there were crowds of people and trucks piled so high with hay they looked like they would tip over. We walked close behind Moe as we made our way through the crowd to the vendors. The first part of the market made me want to turn around and leave as there were people selling old trashy furniture that looked like it needed to be burned and not used. The one man was selling bread that was piled on a dirty tarp and green with mold. I was told it was to feed to the cows. We walked through the muddy paths seeing stall after stall of items for sale. People looked at us like we did not belong. I am sure it did not help with me snapping photos left and right. After snapping one photo of 2 men sitting among the nuts and dries fruit another man yelled out hey to the one guy what did you do wrong you know that photo is for the paper.
We picked up a few things but mostly enjoyed seeing all the colorful people and stuff.The last part of the market we walked though was the meat section. They had all parts of the animals available to purchase. Even the cow feet neatly crossed on scraps of cardboard in the mud. Yuck! Yes the meat was fresh and the chickens could be purchased live or they would kill it on the spot for you.
This market is so large you could walk all day and not see every thing but the thing i dislike is how they tend to charge us more when they see I am American. One example is when Moe asked the price on a flashlight and they told him 30DH but the man next to him told us they had just told him 20DH for the same item. Yes we walked away and picked one up from another vendor.