Sunset at the wall just behind the fish griller stands.
Claudia takes an impromptu shot of photoman.
For some reason I've found myself drawn to barber and beauty shops. Perhaps it is because even in tourist-oriented districts one can see locals doing their thing having (semi) private moments.
I couldn;t use the tripod, so this one came out blurry. For some reason she seemed out of place sitting alone at the table as I passed by the parted curtains.
There seemed to be a steady stream of Moroccan children posing with a pencil-thin santa and a scary Pokeman Peekachu facsimile.
The two second exposures I had to use and this guy's pacing make him look like a spectre from a dia de los muertos festival.
While the wide angle worked to my advantage (my companion at the wall couldn't really tell I was photographing him, the low light kept the camera from properly focusing.
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You can;t get grilled fish any fresher than this and the prices are hard to beat, too. Divide those dihram prices by 10 to get dollars/euros.
I obliged when one of the hawkers wanted to pose in front of his stand.
Just down from the fish grills, the working part of the fishing port starts. There are always boats and people cleaning and selling fish.
With passing cyclist blur....
...and without you can see the seagulls buzzing about the tower.
Amidst a sargasso sea of landed boats and trap/net floats and flags....
The ship in the background seemed to be in a permanent state of drydock disuse.
Sometimes the yellow street haolgens have their uses.
Walking back towards the fish grills, I spotted this guy cleaning his catch.
Along the wall at the Orsen Welles Place. This guy walked over to investigate what the kids were all excited about and I couldn't resist.
This boy who I think was a bit older than the other ones "got" it. He stayed still enough for me to capture an unblurred image.
The place where we took petit dejeuner.
Waiting for the next hungry tourist or local to order.
She didn't seem to concerned that I was taking her picture.
The apparation in these pictures is the vendor taking down the rugs. He was moving so fast that he never materialised, as it were.
Walking back to the hotel.
Boys gathered at the mosque entrance a few doors down from our hotel.
Claudia feigns a bourqa with the drapes.