I can remember the first day I arrived in Morocco. The vibrant colors of painted doors, barrels of spices and textiles for sale. The smells of motor scooter fumes, freshly-cut wood, charcoal flames and sewage. The frantic energy of human beings headed in every direction. Flickr user Marni Rachel’s photo from Fes, Morocco brought all of this sensory information flooding back into my head today. Butcher shops like this one line the streets of many Moroccan cities, filled with hooks of hanging flesh ready for sale.