The sun setting behind distant palms, seen from the roof of Equity Point. As the maghrib prayer was called, a small group of us were left watching the dust-blown orange sun setting and, as ever, it put on quite a show as it lowered itself below the tops of three palms in the middle distance. The multitudinous adhans started as, one by one, the muezzins called " Allahu akbar… hayya'alas-salāh " in a rippling effect that hums across the massiveness of the sky over the hostel’s roof terrace. Save for the soft fizzing sound as hot atay hit the cube of sugar at the bottom of my glass, we were left silenced. ❦ As with the previous day, there is a rolling cast of bit part players coming and going within the hostel. Shortly after maghrib , I had wandered to the Jemaa el-Fnaa. Encouraged by my stolen guidebook, I had decided to brave one apparent local delicacy - snails! The snails are sold at small stalls in the centre of the market place, slightl
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