A side of meat hanging outside a tent; choose your piece, it's sliced, minced, patted together with fresh coriander, fried, the freshest meatballs you've ever tasted. At one end of the market, old blokes try out a new mule (yours for only 600 euros, but that was the starting price: haggling is the order of the day), or bargain for sheep and goats. The other end, cheap plastic kitchenware, lurid furnishing fabrics, row upon row of clay tagines. Nail clippers, tins of sardines, old bikes, shoemenders, it's all here. Never mind the tourist souks of Fez or Marrakesh with their pink babouches and knitted camels, this is the real thing. Where else can you sip mint tea in a tent and be serenaded by an old turbaned fiddler in bottle-glass specs?

Azrou - bus from Meknes; market is 20 minutes walk from the bus station
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