I Awake to Teaspoons Clanking- Am I in France?

I Awake to Teaspoons Clanking- Am I in France?
Casablanca, Morocco
September 8, 2007

I did not have a difficult time of waking up for the hour long breakfast service at the Youth Hostel this morning- the clanking of teaspoons on little tea cups is as worthy a wake up call as you can ask for. The eating habits of this city are very French. I never have as difficult of a time finding suitable places to eat that in France or Ex-French colonies. I suppose that what I look for in a restaurant appears to be very similar to a French café- and real food is not served there. No, only coffee, tea, and little dainty buns and sweets. No food. So after invariably walking into a score of these places and being declined a meal, I realize that I am going have to alter my search criteria and begin looking for other signs of food.

At this initial point, it seems as if my dining options in Casablanca are expensive restaurants (4 dollars for an omelet), on-the-street sandwich stales, and the market. I have already exhausted the first two options, so now it is time to obtain my own food at the market in order to subvert these dainty eating habits. Though I think that I may sit around at the cafes for a while today and try to strike up conversation with the crowds of locals that seem to do little else but talk to each other.