Djeema-el-fna at night

Storytellers, lunatics, dancers, drummers. Djeema-el-fna takes on another life once the sun sets. It is the last bastion of storytelling. Entertainment before television and radio. Huge crowds gather around to hear the fables, sexual exploits and jokes in the square, moving from group to group, leaving money if satisfied.













Food stalls open up, serving such delicacies as grilled sheep head or brain, snails, seafood, and various teas. Foreigners are definitely the minority here, this circus having predated us and continuing to be mainly for residents.








My favourite. Fishing for cola. Harder than it looks, and that hash I just smoked didn't help.