|A tajine stand.|
|One of many loudspeakers that could be seen in virtually any community, used by the imam for the 5-times daily call to prayer.|
We then moved on to the highlight of the day, a more formal visit with a Berber family who allowed the 20+ of us to wander about their home. Although spartan to say the least (mud walls, dirt floors all around, no doors, some rooms open to the elements), they have everything they need, including a constant water source provided by one of the many ditches and canals emanating from the river to convey water to different places. They had a cow and a chicken in what would be 'our' basement, a dunkey outside, and a few cats less feral-looking than most of those we saw roaming the streets of Casablanca.
|The water conveyance outside the Berber home we visited.|
|A neighbor boy looks for handouts through the wall. He fled when one of the girls in the home we were visiting threw water on him from above.|
|Typical room interior.|
|A water jug about 2 feet high, made of old tires.|
|The kitchen, where the water was being boiled for tea.|
It became time to go and people said their goodbyes, many offering “Shukran”, thank you in Arabic. Such a fascinating little slice of life, one that we in the U.S. can scarcely imagine being our daily reality. This family seemed at least as happy as most I know back home, seeming to have what they need, and be thankful for it.