The supermaket at the end of my street is the third shop on the right. You stand at the counter and tell the man what you want and he gets it. He doesn't speak English and I don't speak Berber, Arabic, or French but we get along fine. It was here that Houssaine first took me to stock up, so they know I am "an honoured guest" and don't rip me off.
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