While we were on the ramparts waiting for the sunset, a group started singing and playing their instruments right beside us, drawing a big crowd. Everyone from young men to old men, with their rustic handmade instruments, came to join in.
A Fish Meal
Fishing Boats in the Harbour
We then wandered across to the waterfront where the fishing boats were in. We were lucky as apparently later in the day they would be putting out to sea for a week and we would have missed them.
The fishing fleet is packed into the walled boat harbour. Large wooden boats were lined up at the entrance and smaller wooden boats all painted blue jostled for a space in a higgildy piggildy mess.
Fishermen tended their nets and prepared for their next trip, while a few stalls set up on the wharf had a range of freshly caught sardines, and some long thin fish I can,t remember the name of. Also what looked like stingray .
Back at our car where we had left our bags in the boot, we reparked from the Bab carpark to the waterfront by the beach, and had a couscous at a small restaurant across the road from the beach before heading back to Marrakech.