My Morocco!

At night the main square in Marrakech transforms in to this vast open air kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of barbecue and cumin. The tents and benches seem to have arrived out of nowhere and there's an endless sea of phenomenal food.



Men are calling to the tourists trying them to get them seated at their kitchen's table. It was crazy like the fish market in Catania. Cats running about. Little children trying to steal french fries off our plates. It was wild.



By the end of the night we were so full we could barely move. But we still had the presence of mind to snatch all the leftover bread and stuff it with anything left on our plates, and we gave it to a little boy as we left.