Mar 23, 2008
There is a huge main square in Marrakesh. Every evening food stalls spring up all over it. Grills are smoking all kinds of delicious meats. Salads are plentiful. Teacups are stacked with sugar cubes and mint leaves in them. The air smells fantastic. The men that work the stalls hustle people to come and eat at their picnic tables. Even though they speak French, they have memorized some English phrases that are very funny to hear them say. If you walk away from them they say, "see you later alligator." Or they say "try our food, it's bloody good." Some are great salesmen and Yun and I would always eat at the place with the most entertaining pitchman.