After wandering the shadowy souks, bartering for tea glasses, and avoiding the path of anything with wheels, chances are you're hungry. Whether you're looking for French cuisine or to eat your weight in couscous, Marrakech has all the culinary culture your stomach could desire...
The Peacock painters found lunch at Peacock Pavilions apparently, well, shocking.
Maybe it was my silly stirrers from the 1960s (which include such gems as, Rearm the Venus de Milo, Unite against togetherness, Lower the age of Puberty and Down with Literasy)?
Judge for yourself.
Tangy Moroccan carrot salad with cumin, garlic, and preserved lemon.
Sandwiches on homemade bread.
Smoky, oven roasted eggplant salad.
All served up on hand painted platters I bought in Tunisia when on assignment and carried back one by one (I'm a determined girl, if nothing else).
Hungry?
