When I was younger my parents used to pile us in to the car and take us off to the local farmers’ market. It was a family event that we all looked forward to. Wandering the stalls buying fresh produce. Snacking on homemade cookies. Lunch prepared freshly and enjoyed outside. It was a quality family time at its best.
Now, here in Morocco, I still love a day at the market. Each of the local villages have a market day. One day each week when the town becomes a bustling centre of trade. And what a fascinating experience it is.
As men sell and purchase kilos of fresh produce.
Stop for a haircut.
Purchase clothing and other goods.
Buy and sell cattle, sheep, camels, donkeys, goats. And that requires a lot of feed.
And then stop for a tea break under a traditional tent.
While the donkeys wait to be loaded up and return home with the goods for the week.
If you’re passing through a local village on market day, I highly recommend a stop.