The Path.

The Sacrifice.

The inevitable postscript to Eid Al-Adha. Along with the piles of sheep skulls and hooves roasting on fire pits all over town, we were also treated to mounds of sheep hides still tinted with blood.

Kick Back.

Caught a ride into town on big bro's moped. Check. Kickass argyle sweater. Check. Helmet off to display the new haircut. Check. Time to sit back and let the ladies swarm.

The Light of Day.

And the same market by day features this classic game that I know well from summers at the California State Fair. Just as popular in Morocco as it was back home.

Not found at the State Fair; table full of teeth. Are they for sale? Trade? Buying up used teeth? Some kind of display table for an Amway-style direct sales tooth business? I guess we'll never know.

Magreb.

The famous night market of Marrakech. Snake charmers, fortune tellers, games, monkeys, orange juice, grilled meats and all other manner of items for sale in this large open square.

The upside of being a former French colony: fresh snails by the bowl. Just pull up a chair.