After a slow start, we took coffee on the veranda over looking Algeria. We decided to wander the pathways of the Date palmeries of Figuig. The lanes are narrow and on either side are adobe mud walls protecting farms and family dwellings. Occasionally we would come to a dead end and need to retrace our steps. After several hours of maze existence, we happened upon the plaza of commerce for lower Figuig.
We decided to have a refresco and people watch. The women of Figuig wear white chadres with only one eye exposed. This is known as the owl's eye. It is amazing to see the many variants for women's dress. A group of four women walked by ranging from exposed bare arms to complete owl's eye apparel.
Next to our table a man is mixing hashish with his tobacco cigarette!
We were met by a man who then gave us a tour of more lanes not yet explored. He returned us to the house where we had dined last night (Jack and Ina).
Once again we enjoyed a great meal with yet more lively conversation. This setting took place on the roof top where we could watch the sunset and an Arabian night. While there, a weaver dropped by to show examples of her latest work. Linda bought a piece. We were able to get her consent for a photo along with her weaving!
Before saying our goodbyes we got a lead on a riad in Fez.
We paid for our friend's room and the other female PC volunteer. $100 total for four persons for two nights does not even begin to pay for their knowledge shared!
About Me
- Mardow
- “The journey home is never a direct route; it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination.”—Paul Brenner (Nelson DeMille’s book, Up Country)
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