Uncle Reeve and I were in Morocco for five days at the end of June 2010.
In the marketplace in Marrakech there are at least 20 stalls selling freshly-squeezed orange juice. This stall was our favourite one, because the two boys who ran it didn't heckle us.
The people getting OJ in the picture are tourists, judging from the woman's bare shoulders (and is that guy wearing ... a fanny pack?!)
Meanwhile, in Canada...
9 years ago
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