Eat With Your Hands
Having experienced a 24 hour bus ride from Spain to Fez and a 9 hour train to Marrakech, we finally arrived at what some people describe as the best market in the world: Jemaa el-Fna. We did a quick lap to scope out the best stands and proceeded to stand obnoxiously close behind some people seated at a very very crowded fried fish stand. After the couple in front of us finally stood up, I slithered my body into the seats as my brother boxed-out the rest of the intrusive crowd. We finally had our seats and a gray-ish piece of thin paper was laid down as our placemat, which soon became our plate and napkin as well. Squeezed closely up against a friendly stranger and my 6'3", 200lb brother, I quickly devoured my piece of fresh fried fish, french fries, fried squid, and spicy sauce, all washed down by a coca-cola in a glass bottle. Our hands were covered in oil, the placemat had become see-through and my brother looked at me as we paid our bill and said, "tomorrow for lunch?" I nodded as we were thinking the exact same thing.
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