We started our final full day in Essaouira eating cake and drinking coffee at a terrace cafe overlooking the port. We were soon joined by a hungry seagull. She had a slightly misshapen foot - Simo recognized her, and said she often hangs around the cafe and chases off other gulls. She also enjoyed our cake. We then did some shopping and took a walk to two different old cemeteries, a Christian one and a Jewish one. Some of the graves were hundreds of years old. We finished off the day with some fava bean soup at a local soupery (for those of you who know me well, you know fava beans are my favorite food), and then we cooked a chicken tajin and had some yummy Moroccan wine.
We also taught each other tongue twisters in our native tongues. Here it goes: Lehem lehemem halal, lehem lehemar haram. It means pigeon meat is safe to eat, but donkey meat's forbidden. Which is true; you can buy pigeon meat anywhere chicken meat is sold.
Christian cemetery and Caryl wearing his newly purchased jilaba, traditional garb worn by Berber men:
Jewish cemetery:
Learning to speak Arabic and Polish:
Waiting for our bean soup:
We also taught each other tongue twisters in our native tongues. Here it goes: Lehem lehemem halal, lehem lehemar haram. It means pigeon meat is safe to eat, but donkey meat's forbidden. Which is true; you can buy pigeon meat anywhere chicken meat is sold.
Christian cemetery and Caryl wearing his newly purchased jilaba, traditional garb worn by Berber men:
Jewish cemetery:
Learning to speak Arabic and Polish:
Waiting for our bean soup:
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