Near the Bus Stop

Not everyone has a moped in Marrakech - though it sometimes seems as if they do.
Here two ladies help their elderly friend towards the crossing in the road which leads to the place where the ALSA buses go from.
Negotiating the wild traffic is an art in itself. You just have to wait for a little break in the stream of cars, buses, coaches, mopeds, motorcycles, donkey carts and caleches, Then you have to find someone - preferably a large someone or several large someones - to cross with and then march straight across without hesitating. If you dither you are done for. Closing you eyes and praying helps...........



These next two shots are of the road near the old post office which is in the south west corner of the square. Here people walk...................



or sit on the low walls which surround a shady park full of old trees.
Whoever is in charge of such things has decided to pave the park which will be neater but less fun than having a garden.
Notice the man with the pointy hood in both pictures.



Here a man wheels his bicycle towards the bus stop - though I don't suppose he is going to take the bus himself.
You can see a young man with a tray of pastries for sale and a man waiting to shine your shoes.
Also a man in a wheel chair with his small daughter.



Yesterday I wasn't actually waiting for the bus - though I take it almost every day -but standing in the divider between the small park and the Kotubia waiting for a friend to drive me to a garden center.
These two friends were taking in the afternoon sunshine quite oblivious of all the swirling traffic going by - you can just see the wheels of a caleche.
This is post number 100.
It seems only yesterday that I began this blog..............