Monday, November 5, 2012

Casablanca Medina

Once upon a time, two families from Houston ventured into the Casablanca medina (old town).

It was a searing hot day and finding parking was the first challenge.  Once our feet hit the cobblestones, excited vendors emerged from their stalls to beckon us into their dark and dusty boxes.  Not unlike typical Chinatown chaos, the labyrinth of market shops began.  It was apparent that more goods originated from the Plastic Continent than home-grown Moroccan.  But surprisingly it didn't seem to make the medina any less Moroccan.


Casa Medina


We wove our way along alleys, passing mosques, kittens, garbage, produce, furniture fabrication, junk yards, textiles, and much more of everything.


Little L catches sight of a kitten


Boy #1 sneaks a peak inside the
(no-go-zone) mosque


The sign actually says
"Boutique California"


Casa Medina


"Mom, we're heading to the mosque."


Medina kids



Manufacturing corner






Bug Boy scored a free painting!



Then it was time to find a restaurant open for business.  Not as easy as you may think.

A well-known restaurant, Cafe Maure


They sure love their king



Where old meets new.  Opposite the Port of Casablanca


Still looking, still looking... SCORE!  Rick's Cafe - straight out of the movie, 'CASABLANCA'.
Thx V.


Rick's Cafe


Looking up from the table


Humphrey Bogart's gambling den


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