There is a familiar busyness to the people here in Morocco on souk days.
Souk days are the main shopping days here, where there are many more items available to purchase, and at somewhat discounted prices, depending on your bargaining skills. The streets congest with people, and you don't really move yourself, but rather float along the streets and shops like you are in an unstoppable river. At the end of the day - the last time I was there for about 8 hours - you leave the madhouse of the souk for the madhouse of the bus station where, again, you don't really move, but instead float among the river of people onto a hot bus packed so tightly that people are sitting in the aisle on stools that they just saved two dirhams on at the souk.
I remember as a child when my mom would wake up the family at about 4 or 5 in the morning the day after Thanksgiving so that we could go to the department stores to get all of the discounts on Christmas items. I can still taste the Cracker Jacks and the Hershey's Kisses that the stores would hide the discount papers in. The additional sugar gave us that final burst of energy we would need for the next few hours as we were moved by the river of people from store to store, and then from the store to the parking lot.
Needless to say, I don't go to any of the big cities on souk days.
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