Morocco, day thirteen: Supermarket

There was no tourism today. It rained.

Still. I did get to have a trip to a Moroccan Carrefour, because Student had to go shopping and I decided I'd tag along for the ride.

There is not really much to say about a French supermarket in Morocco. For the most part, the staples were more or less the same and the branding on a lot of products looked like the branding on products "at home", so to speak, but the fresh produce section was a little different in its offerings and the vast array of different types of olive ("not those, those are for cooking") and mountains of herbs and spices just sitting around waiting to be scooped up by punters was very different.

Olives at 3,50€ a kilo? Yes please, but olive oil was surprisingly expensive, almost at European prices. There was a staggering selection to choose from.

For a country in which alcohol is essentially ixnayed, I was surprised to see a more wide-ranging selection of imported wines and spirits than in my local supermarket in France (not a Carrefour). Morocco also produces its own wines which are very nice, from my limited experience. This is altogether confusing, as Allah has quite comprehensively cursed alcohol, the one who drinks it, the one who pours it, the one who sells it, the one who buys it, the one who squeezes it, the one for whom it is squeezed, the one who carries it, and the one to whom it is carried. But you probably get loads of loyalty points as the stuff is really expensive, so there is that.

Also, your non-integrating European colonialist will be delighted to find a variety of piggie-based charcuterie as well as an eye-wateringly expensive selection of European cheeses.

It is my intention at some point to go to Marrakech. I should probably book that.