And the journey in Morocco continues. We spent two days in Essouira, walking around the Medina, bargaining for souvenirs, eg tea glasses and shoes, and wandering around the ports. While walking we noticed that the city is filled with cats who, due to the prevalence of fishermen, manage to forage well for themselves, picking up scraps of fish and generally acting as though they own the city, though that dubious honor might truly belong to their airborne rivals, the seagulls, who happily gnawed on fish guts as well.
But they weren’t the only ones having a novel culinary experience. We did too. And I’m not only talking about the meals served to us at the Riad at which we stayed, and the bowls of harira and flatbread we had for dinner.
One night, after dinner, as we strolled through the Medina, the Baker noticed a cart around which a number of people clustered. As we walked up, we found that they were cooking sea snails in a large pot. The Baker insisted that we buy a cup, and both of us found them salty, but interesting, and a little like mussels. They were served with cups of the broth that they had cooked in, which tasted like a salty sea-water-y soup.
Expect more updates as we find time and wifi between delicious outings and tiny villages.