0178. Singing for my breakfast (Mor 027--new)

After a glorious exploring the castles of Azemmour, I was ready to check out a scrappy, plain little farm town.

Bir Jdid.  Sat down for a glass of tea and some msimmen at a dusty cafe by the side of the road.  Great vibe... just chillin' there with regular, small town folk... It's a feeling I never seem to get tired of...

A couple of guys at the table next over asked me take out my guitar.  I handed it to them.

"No--we want you to play something." they insisted.  So I did.  They seemed to like it--but they really wanted some Moroccan "chaabi" music.

Still they insisted on sharing their breakfast with me...

... been a while since I've sung for my breakfast...

Of course, they thought that it was pretty funny that I was coming to "explore" Bir Jdid--"Oh, yeah--there's a lot to see here!" they chuckled.  They underestimate my ability to find beauty and charm in the plainest of places...

And Bir Jdid is that--very plain... It does have a couple of streets with old school village feel--and then a couple of leftover French colonial buildings--even one that appears to have been a church.  Not quite sure why the French wanted to set up shop here.

After doing a full circle around town, I stopped in the "park" to play my set and take my clip...

...And that was Bir Jdid...