Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Afternoon in Azrou

Our guide estimated 1 hour to do the town. He failed to consider that we would ask questions and shop!





Azrou means rock and sure enough there in the center of town is a huge nondescript but unavoidable rock. Wearing a crown al la Royal Jewels we just saw in London. The cultural center had a lot about rocks and plants and clothings of the area which is basically Berber. There are a few ruins although it seems the Romans stayed by the coast in Rabat. The nomadic tents don’t leave a trace.




The median is the old central shopping area, but the real action was at the used clothing mart in the middle of an open field. We went to a rug shop, one selling polished rocks, a couple of wood stores and some artisan shops.

Weaving both on vertical and horizontal looms is a big industry with some lovely tightly woven rugs of wool and silk. The interesting ones however are the family rugs of the less wealthy. They are all made of the scrips of clothing - sort of like a patchwork quilt of family handoffs. My suitcase won’t hold any of the really pretty ones, but I did find a scarf.

The 5s today heard the Three Little Rabbits (because most kids here have only seen pigs in pictures) and the Big and Wolf. Huff and puff and all that stuff. And the Three goats crossed over bridge with a wolf under it because troll is untranslatable  and I was drawing this on the white board as I went.

The 3 year olds added Green so I think we will move on to “hands” tomorrow.

Clear skies and the cook makes even carrots delicious!

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