5433 x 3429 px | 46 x 29 cm | 18,1 x 11,4 inches | 300dpi
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France
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Noailles, the city's Arab quarter. It's located a short walk from the Vieux Port, Marseille's bustling, bar-and-restaurant-lined waterfront, off of the main artery of La Canebiere. It was like stumbling upon a Moroccan souk: narrow, cobbled streets lead away from a central square that is home to a daily outdoor produce market. Small, dark, cluttered shops sell tea sets and spices; markets carry everything from meat and seafood to Middle Eastern pastries, dates, pistachios, glass-like, crystallized whole fruits, and tubs of olives and harissa, a fiery red North African chile paste. It's the ideal place to pick up edible souvenirs or picnic fixings. Men in djellabahs sit at outdoor cafes, talking loudly over bracingly strong demitasse's of coffee, while women draped in sifsaris paw through bins of vegetables. The quarter is a kaleidoscopic mélange of colors, sounds, and smells: rotting produce, incense, sizzling kebabs of chicken and lamb, and the comforting aroma of baking flatbreads and sugary almond cookies. My favorite part of this untouristed neighorhood, however, are the tiny Egyptian, Tunisian, and Algerian food stalls and bake shops that specialize in mahjouba--giant, rectangular-folded crepes filled with sautéed tomato, red pepper, onion, and harissa.
