We just concluded our two-week, nationwide Morocco Gastronomad Experience and are at Marrakesh airport. All airport staff suddenly stopped working to break their Ramadan fast for a meal called iftar, just before we intended to pass through security.

The security guards insisted that we share their food, and gave us these delicious things (don't know what they are, but they're both savory and sweet at the same time. (I guess we looked hungry.)

It's a small thing, but it filled us with gratitude (and carbs).