It's not until one gets away from Marrakech for a little while that you realise what a commonplace part the livestock play in everyday life.
In Manhattan, I may see a police horse once in a while. But I never see donkeys hauling anything.
This character above was waiting by a building site in Mouassine.
The caleches one sees all over the place aren't just for tourists. Late in the afternoon whole families climb aboard and drive down derb Dabachi heading home.
I'm sure they don't pay the enormous prices the caleche drivers want from me.
So I only go in caleches with Ghislan. She thinks it's very odd that there aren't any in common use in New York. The ones in Central Park don't count really.
This picture - taken from Cafe France - shows the usual modes of transportation here.
Feet
Bicycles
Caleches
and, of course, the dreaded mopeds.
Two donkeys hanging about waiting on derb Djedid.
Quite a lot of most donkeys lives are spent waiting patiently for things.
This last donkey is waiting for something or other just near the mellah market on a very busy street.
I was sorry when I heard that most Moroccan donkeys don't have names.
They are just called 'the donkey'.
