Just around the corner from our apartment here in Rabat is an old neighborhood with lots of traditional shops, including a chicken-and-egg man. I often walk by there, always see lots of eggs on the counter, and often see a few chickens clucking on the back shelf (live, usually white). I have never heard or seen any evidence of the abattoir, not even people walking out with a bag of whole raw chicken, but it must happen. Today he had a special set, pictured here -- I noticed because I heard a rooster crow as I was approaching the shop. hmm: do roosters taste different from hens? One of these days I will get a local informant to help me talk to the guy, maybe buy a fresh-killed (plucked and cleaned, of course!) chicken for a special occasion!
Log of our travels and thoughts.