Morocco

 Brennan and I took 24 hours in Tangier, Morocco.  We stayed in a lovely, centuries old home with beautiful woodwork and tile.  Unfortunately modern Americans are taller than Moroccans used to be.  Whack.  That is the doorway into the room. 

The view from the roof of La Maison Blanche was lovely.At night, we could see the Mediterranean Sea so clearly, as the nearby dark patch beyond the lights.  

We got to see many traditional craftsmen.  This guy is hand-carving a new board to fit a beautiful woodwork decoration in an old mosque.  A hammer and chisel, and beautiful patterns emerged.  

 The city has many decaying spots.  Brennan and I wonder if we should step lively at this gateway to the coastline. 

 Speaking of stepping lively...

 Beautiful carved doors of many colors. 

 There are communal ovens.  The women bring the bread dough separated into loaves.  This guy bakes it in a big oven, carefully keeping each woman's bread separate. 

 This man cuts tile and makes mosaics. 

We got to see many weavers, spinners, leatherworkers, carvers, butchers, bakers...no candlestick makers. 

 These guys advertise their services as plumbers, electricians, etc by going to the market and setting up displays of the representative tools of their trades and waiting.  No neon sign or phone needed. 

 The butcher shops were a bit more graphic and inclusive than in the states...  Here are some cow parts we don't usually contemplate as food. 

Touristy, yes, but fun!