My Saturdays in Marrakesh are spent hunting and gathering, hanging out and sometimes haggling. Though I may have errands to run, there’s no yard to keep, house to clean, or car to wash. Shopping in stores, on the street, and in the market followed by lunch in the mix or above it is a time to stock up, catch up with friends, relax.
Grabbing Grub in Gueliz
Moving to Morocco meant giving up a car and Kroger to fill my trunk with food for the week. It also meant leaving my deck grill–which I used for most meals come rain, snow, or sunshine. In the suburbs of Nashville we drove everywhere for everything. Though Target was the distance of about a city block away, it never occurred to me (or anyone I knew) to walk there and lug groceries home.
I’d always romanticized the way Meg Ryan in movies set in New York City built her dinner bag-by-bag as she strolled home from work. I thought it would be fun to live in the Big Apple, no worries over car insurance or repairs and fresh produce on every street corner. I never dreamed I’d get a version of that in Africa.
In my neighborhood of Gueliz, “the New City,” I can do a Meg Morning–picking vegetables from sidewalk carts (though here they are pulled by donkeys), choosing meat from the butcher’s display case, grabbing a loaf of bread from the bakery, and buying roses at flower stalls (a dozen for $2 ). For birthday treats or holiday feasts, there are French-style specialty shops selling cheeses and desserts. To save time, I still default to a weekly one-stop-shop, either Carrefour (a French chain that carries imported prosciutto/other pork and wine) or Acima whose citron (lemon) tarts are amazing. Though I know to buy only what I can carry in my backpack and bag for several blocks, I optimistically overstuff both. Harnessing a too-heavy backpack too many times has led to a torn shoulder over the last two years, but I’m stronger for the walking and enjoy the fresh air.
“But my favorite remained the basic roast chicken. What a deceptively simple dish. I had come to believe that one can judge the quality of a cook by his or her roast chicken. Above all, it should taste like chicken: it should be so good that even a perfectly simple, buttery roast should be a delight.” —Julia Child, My Life in France
For a dinner with friends, I bought a whole, herb-roasted chicken with potatoes from La Maison du Poulet. The owner proudly said his birds are free range and organic. The taste would make Julia Child shrilly shriek with pleasure.
On a Saturday morning Sylvia showed the two Mikes and me the French bakery above and the cheese shop below. We happened upon the chickens; the samples were so good we all took one home.
With no rent, utilities, or transportation to work to pay, my weekly budget is $100 which covers groceries (I cook a dutch oven of beef stew, shrimp chowder, chili, or coq au vin on Sunday that is dinner until Thursday and make salads or pasta for lunches), a restaurant with friends or takeout on weekends, a pool day here and there, weekly yoga (or my first year, Moroccan dance lessons) and having the apartment cleaned twice a month. Some coworkers have ladies who clean, cook, or provide childcare multiple times weekly, but my one bedroom only requires cleaning/clothes washed every other Friday for 200 Dirhams per month ($20). When I want Moroccan food, for an additional 50 dirhams ($5) and 70-80 dirhams ($7-8 for groceries), Saida, an amazing lady, cooks so much chicken couscous and vegetables that I have enough for 8 meals so must freeze some. Lack of preservatives in meats, breads, vegetables, and fruits means I have to use what I buy faster and shop more often, but I’m healthier for that.
Sometimes I eat from the hanut next door–fresh strawberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, lettuce, and lemon year round.
Carrefour Supermarket located on bottom floor of Carrie Eden Mall in Gueliz
Fresh Atlantic seafood at Acima located near Jardin Marjorelle often includes sharks and stingrays.
The central flower market is a couple of blocks up the street from my apartment.
I love when friends in my complex (coworkers and Kate) join me on the balcony for mojitos (a variation of the fresh mint tea Moroccans drink daily), wine, or Tai takeout.
When we get a Friday off, we can take advantage of couscous (made fresh in Moroccan homes and restaurants as the traditional Friday family meal) at The Amal Women’s Center which is open for lunches and by appointment only. Ritchie and I went there on a 3-day weekend in February.
I can always count on Kate for finding (and cooking) the best desserts in town. Though she manages a riad in the Medina, she is always ready to meet for a treat like Cassanova’s chocolate mousse below.
Jasna and I at our go-to rooftop, Chez Joel, for a Saturday sweet tooth.
Chez Joel’s Caesar Salad
On walks to and from the mall I passed this cute cat…till recently. My favorite boutique for inspiration recently closed.
Haggling and Hanging Out in the Old City
Sometimes I saunter through the souqs in search of great shots. Below are guys I was thrilled to find. Pillow cases and poufs are ubiquitous but it took me a year to find someone who sells stuffing. Some coworkers paid their maids to have it done, but I was determined to find the place myself and with Kate’s help finally did.
A picture of the king as a child, youth, or adult appears in every business and building.
Jemma Fna Square is a place I’ll never forget.
Loved this spring green purse but passed.
My shoe guy had my favorite sandal design in a new color for spring. Morocco is hard on shoes; at best sidewalks are uneven and dusty and at worst they are under constant repair or don’t exist. It was time for a new pair.
The first place a colleague took me to eat in the medina after moving to Marrakesh was Cafe des Epices. Since then I go there almost every trip to the souks. When my children visited they loved it, too. Located on Rahba Lakdima, the Spice Square, it is a place to people watch, hang out with friends, and eat great food. The salads and mint tea are the best.
Since I moved here in 2014 it has been expanded to double the size to accommodate all the customers.
My wedding carpet guys located two doors down from Cafe des Epices.
After seeing Nomad across the square for almost two years, Jasna and I decided to give it a go. I’m glad we did.
Nomad has good food, too, and three levels with amazing views. The music and couches make it a great place to lounge.
The gift shop is cool,too.
By one o’clock the place was packed.
My favorite feature of Marrakesh is the rooftop bars and restaurants. Gorgeous at sunset and perfect for Saturdays, they offer an escape to to exhale the week before and breathe in a new perspective.
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