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Who gets kicked out of a cemetery? Me. Had I taken advantage of "Black Friday" and gone to the souk FIRST, maybe leisurely strolling through the cemetery may have been more acceptable?
I *think* Fridays here are special. All of the ladies seem to wear darker colors today, the streets are not as crowded (maybe the ladies are at home making couscous and the men are at the mosque?), and every restaurant--even the pizzeria and burger joints--serve couscous.
To celebrate this special day, I purchased a
jellaba and head scarf, experienced a Moroccan
hammam (more later on how this compares to the Turkish ones), and endulged in a real Friday dinner of
couscous (with lamb).