We ventured into the market and began shopping. I bought instruments for my niece and nephew (a small version of the iron castanets the Gnaouas played in the desert to go along with the CD), a wooden tissue box for my grandmother, a personalized bookmark for my brother-in-law a scrubbing shower mit (like what was used in the hamam) for me, and a black leather belt for my dad. The belt turned out to be quite the adventure.. I knew that my dad would need a belt that allowed for the buckle to be changed out, but no one had snaps or even understood what I was talking about. Rachid was sure we could figure it out, so I bought one and we went around trying to find a vendor who could convert it into snaps! We didn’t find snaps, but he ended up taking it somewhere and it had removable screws installed. We also searched for a lamp, which I had really wanted to find, but didn’t see the right one.
After lunch, we went to Jardin Majorelle, a garden formerly owned by Yves Saint Laurent and wandered around, then went into the Berber museum connected to it.
Jardin Majorelle |
Jardin Majorelle |
me and Hajar in Jardin Majorelle |
Jardin Majorelle |
While we were in the area by the garden, we went into a store and I found a Simpsons postcard that I bought to send to a friend.
Marge Simpson in Morocco |
After that, it was back to Jamaa el Fna, where we continued shopping and I bought a Hand of Fatima charm for my charm bracelet, and a silver bracelet. A little later, we met Hajar’s dad for some Moroccan mint tea and then went to the square for dinner. At night, the square at Jamaa el Fna transforms into a myriad of food vendors/restaurants.
Jamaa el Fna is covered with food vendors at night |
Dinner on the square at Jamaa el Fna |
About to cut a piece of tongue for Hajar’s dad |
Tongue and bread |
Herb juice |
After trying the tongue, we went over to a vendor that sold a sort of juice made out of countless spices, and we each had a small cup of that. Again. not my favorite. I would probably take the tongue over the juice actually. But it’s supposed to be healthy. The vendor let Hajar and me climb up into the booth to take a picture with her dad.
me, Hajar and her dad |
After that, we headed back to the hotel to get some sleep.