butcher

Imagine walking in a city where the streets have no names (well no streetsigns anyway), and there are no maps. But all the locals know exactly where they are going because they grew up there, and can find their way like a blind man. You must just walk in the general direction of a mud map and rely on asking directions (if you speak Arabic!) That's when your instincts kick in- it's fun! The alleys- souks- are all about 2 metres wide, and only wide enough for a donkey or horse as transport for the huge amounts they carry to the stalls. I was enchanted by the tiny Fassi cats that seemed to be everywhere they could get a free feed, particularly at this butcher right next to the bread sellers' table, who threw scraps now and then.