Trip Start Jan 14, 2008
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In the Jema-al-Fnaa, the mad main central square, I've befriended an orange juice vendor and a dried fruits vendor, as well as the staff at one of the many food stalls. At the food stalls, one of the men there is a friend of one of my coworkers, and he's apparently decided that since he's seen me with said coworker three times already, this must mean that the two of us are going to get married and I'm going to convert to Islam. I'm rather amused. He also asked if I have "a sister, very nice, very beautiful, like me" that he might try to woo himself.
The main square after dark is a cacophany of sounds: the noise of hawking and food preparation emanating from the food stalls mingles with the flutes of snake charmers and the music of two dozen separate bands, none of whom will start playing without first milking a set amount of dirhams from the waiting crowd...there are boxing rings, veiled belly dancers, women offering to paint hands and feet with henna, children begging and selling trinkets...everyone, from every walk of life, comes here, to see, to be seen, to entertain and to be entertained.