Ouzoud in the Atlas mountains of Morocco is famous for its waterfalls - the Cascades d'Ouzoud.
Whilst the Cascades are a stunning sight, I'm going to focus on the market I visited in Ouzoud instead.
The area for cars to park was limited compared to the utterly delightful donkey parking, set within a glorious, shady olive grove.
Overflow donkey parking was also available on the football pitch.
The market setting by the river was serene and beautiful.
Vendors had erected awnings to protect their produce - and themselves - from the searing sun. The comforting smell from the slowly warming fruits and vegetables was strangely reminiscent of the kitchen of my childhood.
The pumpkins in particular smelled gorgeous.
The relaxed atmosphere was palpable and the locals were more than happy to allow me to take their photograph.
The meat section was strategically shaded and whilst I didn't fancy one of those unrefrigerated turkeys, fortunately there was no whiff of tainted meat.
I was slightly surprised that it seemed to be only men who were doing the shopping.
Although there were plenty of women doing the selling!
Some of the children were taking market day seriously.
Others less so.
So there you have my experiences of Moroccan markets, in three parts. I haven't decided where to take you next week - watch this space.