I’m using this blog to write a short book about our time in Marrakesh.
Derb Dabachi in the early evening.
Almost impossible to make one’s way through.
What with the number of cats around, I cannot imagine that there is much of a call for rat poison – but perhaps there is.
In all the time I have been in Morocco I have only seen one rat – dead anyway – and possibly two mice – also dead.
In October I found a huge dead scorpion in the courtyard which really upset me. People asked me what color it was and when I told them it was sort of brownish black, I was either assured that this was the least dangerous, or alternately told it was the most dangerous. We sort of assume that the cats killed it and I have never seen another one.
This beautifully painted sign hangs above a shop that will sell you stuff to kill almost anything that creeps and crawls. A perfect treasure trove of death.