Derb 37

The souk at seven

moroccan

Before the crowds. Vegetable sellers stacking tomatoes into pyramids, arranging coriander and parsley and mint in bunches. The meat section already working — carcasses hanging, knives being sharpened.

The fish arrives from the coast overnight. Sardines in silver rows. Prawns on ice.

By nine it's busy. By ten it's chaos. At seven it's just the regulars.