Azilal is also small enough to have a weekly market which the whole town goes to. We too headed out, Natasha cause she lives there and has to get food and other necessities and me, cause well I was curious enough to wake up early. There were rows of fresh fruit laid down on the floor and collected in buckets blackened with what I can only describe as “food soot.” But you could buy pretty much anything at the market, from blankets, electrical sockets to clothes and raw wheat. The ingredients bought at the market made for damn good meals.
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