A Ten Dirham Sandwich and a Street Brawl
Last night, Ryan, Melissa, Tima and I went down to the medina on a quest for our new favorite ten dirham sandwich. You must understand, this thing is ridiculously finger-licking good, full of turkey w/ spices, potatoes, rice, mayo, spicy sauce, and olives, all crammed into half of a pain rond.
As we entered the medina, we were confronted with the traditional sights and sounds of this crazy gathering place. Shops angled out onto the streets, vendors had rolled out blankets with pottery, kitchen supplies, and everything else one can imagine. In addition, there was the street food - some of which I've already talked about: fresh-squeezed jus d'orange (made with these amazingly sweet local oranges), grilled meats, tajines, sandwiches, fresh fish, and anything else that somebody has been enterprising enough to sell.
On our way to what we now term "the sandwich place," we ran into a mob of people, from the middle we heard some angry yelling in Dirija. All of a sudden, three men burst through the side of the mob towards us, yelling, pushing, and partaking in the obligatory removal of shirts. Soon, things got more physical, as they started fighting right in the middle of the street, much to the consternation/curiousity of onlookers (I just want to state that this is not some sort of common occurence). We had to push through the other side of the mob to evade the brawl, which took a few minutes because of how tightly packed everyone was. As we were on our way, I looked back and saw one of the guy's heads hit the ground hard, hopefully he wasn't concussed. Just as that happened, the police showed up and broke up the whole thing - I assume the guys were hauled off to jail.
As we entered the medina, we were confronted with the traditional sights and sounds of this crazy gathering place. Shops angled out onto the streets, vendors had rolled out blankets with pottery, kitchen supplies, and everything else one can imagine. In addition, there was the street food - some of which I've already talked about: fresh-squeezed jus d'orange (made with these amazingly sweet local oranges), grilled meats, tajines, sandwiches, fresh fish, and anything else that somebody has been enterprising enough to sell.
On our way to what we now term "the sandwich place," we ran into a mob of people, from the middle we heard some angry yelling in Dirija. All of a sudden, three men burst through the side of the mob towards us, yelling, pushing, and partaking in the obligatory removal of shirts. Soon, things got more physical, as they started fighting right in the middle of the street, much to the consternation/curiousity of onlookers (I just want to state that this is not some sort of common occurence). We had to push through the other side of the mob to evade the brawl, which took a few minutes because of how tightly packed everyone was. As we were on our way, I looked back and saw one of the guy's heads hit the ground hard, hopefully he wasn't concussed. Just as that happened, the police showed up and broke up the whole thing - I assume the guys were hauled off to jail.
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