She told us that the best shortcut for the spices bazaar was through a huge fish market. Everything from giant tuna shrimp to rare and prehistoric fish has accumulated in abundance, fresh from the ship. A vendor in the nearby meat district carried three chickens without removing the legs in each of his hands. I was glad that the boat provided the chicken; Oceania imports all its meat from certified suppliers in the United States.


 Finally, I ended up in the spices market, where if I wanted I could buy crushed colored pout. He needed ginger, cinnamon and the typically Moroccan Ras el Hanout, a blend of aromatic spices made from cardamom, nutmeg, anise, mace, turmeric and various dried peppers and roots.

 However, it is not just about making a selection. In a spice mix store, the owner gave a presentation worthy of a medicine show, which describes how each spice has healing properties, from healing headaches to the removal of paranasal sinuses. In Morocco, eating is good for you. He illustrated this point by passing handkerchiefs full of hints of spices that we were supposed to put on his nose or on his forehead to cure our ailments. Uh, thanks again, I'll use my own handkerchief.