We left the tower to explore the Medina of Rabat. The initially sparsely populated, narrow streets of medina offered fruit, shoes, and various types of bread cooked on large griddles. Stray cats lurked or fought in the streets to the entertainment of feline friend, my Studly Hubby.
In the main part of the markets, were souks (stalls, shops) where local residents would buy fabrics, clothing, spices electronics. The more exotic food offerings in the medina included hooves and goat heads. Some souks had obvious appeal to tourists carrying lamps, hookahs, hand stitched slippers, hand- painted pottery and richly hued leathers.
The merchants at this market were low-key and did not harass or pressure sales. This would be in stark contrast of the markets we would see in other cities. A stroll through the casbah near the medina led us to a Moorish cafe overlooking the water. The cafe consisted mainly of locals enjoying the Moroccan signature mint tea. A freelance pastry peddler would come by the table with a large selection of cookies.
Another long walk through the streets, we were exhausted and hungry. Mom, Dad, Hubby and I went to look for a restaurant for dinner after leaving the Medina. It was harder than we thought. Moroccans as a culture don’t eat out for dinner that often, but after years of French occupation, patisseries and cafes were abundant. A cafe latte and croissant were easily found when a good tagine was not.
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