By MARK MINTON
A small ﬁre and the faint smell of burning marijuana signals the presence of a group of ﬁshermen on the shore of Rabat, Morocco’s coastal capital. As the twilight hour begins and the sun casts a shimmering golden glow across the various tidal pools on the rocky shore, ﬁve Moroccans sit down to enjoy a fresh catch from the evening’s haul.
“We enjoy the simple life here,” says Hamada Benhima with a winsome smile as he presents a slightly charred ﬁsh called Halama. Nimble sand-covered hands pass theﬁsh back and forth, tearing off small pieces that practically fall off the bones.