Sunday, January 22, 2006

Hawking Chickens

Street vendors are a common site in Rabat - men wander the streets carrying socks, coats, sunglasses and anything & everything made out of plastic, stopping pedestrians and accosting café patrons. Today as I walked back from the grocery store, I saw a man in front of me carrying three chickens tied together at the feet, hanging upside down with surprising forebearance. Watching him, I assumed he was bringing dinner home from the medina; instead I gaped as he started to peddle the birds to people on the sidewalk. I passed him just as he began negotiations with a man at a street café. Morocco is Morocco, I thought to myself. There is a veneer of a cosmopolitan city here in Rabat, but it is just a veneer.

1 Comments:

Blogger woman wandering said...

But don't you love it? I had two years in Turkey and now it's not so easy adjusting to the Belgian world I wandered on into ... I miss the life and energy of Istanbul.

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