Sunday, February 4.  Rain, cold, windy.  Otherwise, a great day.  Drove the Tetuan, a city close to the Mediterranean.  On the way we made an unplanned stop at a sheep and cattle livestock sales event.  None suited our needs, so we didn’t purchase any.  Walked within the medina (old city) with very narrow alleys and lots of vendors.  Part is the Jewish quarter, with familiar names assigned to the alleys.  Tailors, bakers, jewelers abound.  I bought peanuts.  There was a poultry section with recently killed chickens, the sliced heads hanging off the edge of the table.  Various seafood.  And cats.  Lots of cats.  Everywhere.  The jewelry shops sold large gold belts for $,$$$$.  Why anyone would want a gold belt escaped me.

Drove to the coast and had lunch.  Seafood, preceded by bread, rice, and french fries.  Water.  Three kinds of fish plus calamari, and shrimp.   Back in the van we had pastries Ben had bought at the medina.  Delicious.

Returned to Chaouen by a different route with what would normally be wonderful views.  Dismal weather limited the beauty.  Ben showed us a video he’d received of our destination yesterday, covered in snow.  It was very close to snowing at Chaouen.

Tomorrow we go to Tangier.

A church, built in 1926.

Every city has a main street named after the previous king.

Interesting way to display shoes.

Another interesting way to sell shoes. Pick two, any two.

A bakery. Warm. Fresh bread. We didn’t want to leave.

Pastries.

For those collectors of used remotes.

The Med. On a clear day we could have seen Gibraltar.

Looks like rice paddies. Aren’t.

I’m in Africa! Give me a break. Didn’t pack for this.