The view of the Koutoubia from our balcony. Each of those "windows" has a blast-horn speaker to shout out the daily calls to prayer. Might-e-fine wakeup call if you want to get up before dawn.
Typical of the souks...these are streets, with donkey cart and motor-scooter and foot traffic and all, with restaurants and storefronts just like any other street. But they;'re covered, and they feel like an open air shopping mall with stall after stall of goods.
Our green carriage driver, Mustaffa, who took us around the ramparts. He spoke no English, but I smiled and nodded like I understood French. He was sweet, bless him, and really wanted to be of help.
A cautionary tale on what happens to girls who can't say no. The sad thing is, if I weren't in a job search I would have totally grooved on this and paid to have a really nice one done while sitting, instead of this scribble that is even worse for the fact that I wouldn't hold still.