Pop quiz: where in the world can you hear more Japanese than in Japan?
Answer: as an Asian in MarrakeshThe last few days in Marrakesh have been a melding pot of dusty roads, various Asian languages (all the street vendors seem to know some Japanese, Chinese, Korean, you name it, that they willingly test out on a passing Asian tourist), trinket lined walls, and deliciously fragrant foods. A very hot melding pot. The temperature the day we arrived was 46 degrees Celsius, or 116 degrees Fahrenheit.
R and I spent yesterday wandering the streets and popping into a few touristy locations - palaces, tombs, plazas. We also wandered into the souk, and wandered and wandered. The souk is a labyrinth of shops and vendors that has to be experienced to be believed. In the evening we had a (unintentionally) romantic dinner at Pepe Nero, a swanky Moroccon-Italian restaurant.
Today we took a different approach, a full day dedicated to cooking! I'll let the images explain how that went.
We started off by blind-identifying all of the spices by smell I would say R and I failed that
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The cooking station with a traditional tagine pot and spices
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Our veal with artichoke, lemon, and peas tagine (Mine on the left, R's on the right)
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